As I sat on the edge of the plush couch, my heart raced, the room thick with tension. Tony and Marshall flanked me, their eyes boring into me with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. There was an electric undercurrent in the air, a challenge between them that I couldn’t quite put my finger on—but I felt it, simmering just beneath the surface.
Tony was the first to break the silence. He leaned in closer, his presence overpowering, his voice low and smooth as velvet. “We need to make sure Trevor buys whatever story we feed him,” he said, his eyes locked onto mine. He wasn’t just talking about the plan; there was something more in his gaze, something that made my skin tingle and my breath catch in my throat.
Marshall stood next to him, his arms crossed, his demeanor just as intense,
