Richard’s Private Demand
Richard’s voice cut through the low murmurs. ‘Mark, let’s have a private word,’ he said, his tone firm but tinged with unease.
He was trying to salvage his pride, still grappling with the revelation. His eyes met mine, carrying a mix of challenge and a plea.
As we stepped away from the group, it was clear he was still trying to gather some sense of control.
It was yet another moment of tension soon to be unraveled.