"I said, do it!" Daniel shouted, his fist crashing down onto the table, making the room vibrate.
Ed quickly nodded and hurried out, leaving the two of us in a tense silence.
The air seemed to thicken as Daniel continued to pace furiously. His muttering filled the room, his thoughts clearly racing. "This can’t be it... There has to be a way out..."
Suddenly, his movements slowed, and he froze, his eyes snapping wide open. His face twisted into a smile as if he had just come up with a brilliant plan.
"Oh, right," he murmured, as though an idea had just struck him. "The wedding..."
He stopped abruptly, his gaze flickering nervously to me. I stood motionless, watching him closely.
But instead of continuing, Daniel turned away, pulling out his phone and dialing without saying another word. As he paced away from me, his voice began to rise, speaking rapidly in Italian.
I knew exactly what he was saying.
"Move the wedding up," he barked into the phone. "This week. I need her money now. The company is crashing, and I can’t afford to wait any longer. She has to invest. Don’t worry about the details—just make it happen."