"Why isn't she replying?"
A deep frown creased Daniel's forehead as he stared at his phone screen. The silence from the chat felt heavier than it should.
His thumb hovered over the screen — over her name. Still nothing. No dots, no typing, no message causing the vein at his temple ticked.
"Because you already gave her a reason to doubt you, Boss," came a voice from his right.
Daniel's head snapped up.
Henry was standing there, half leaning against his chair, peeking into the phone in Daniel's hand as if he had a death wish.
For a split second, silence reigned. Then the air around Daniel turned cold.
Dangerously cold.
"Why do I suddenly feel… colder in here?" Henry blinked, shivering and rubbed his arms.
When he finally looked up and met Daniel's deadpan stare, his entire soul nearly evacuated his body.
"Ha—hah…" He stumbled back a step, his face turning pale. "B-Boss… I wasn't—uh—peeking, I just—"
"Henry."
