Dereck grabs the phone
Dereck grabbed Chris’s phone, scrolling through with increasing fury. His fingers moved swiftly over the screen, eyes narrowing as he read each message.
Chris stood there, sweat forming on his brow, his face a mask of dread. The room was silent except for the occasional beep from the phone.
With each swipe, Dereck’s expression grew darker, the anger building like a storm ready to break.