Is Jared Falling?

Jared arrived at the entrance of the bar, his frustration evident on his face as he addressed the bouncer.

"Excuse me, is McKayla inside?" he inquired, his tone revealing a sense of urgency.

The bouncer, recognizing Jared, greeted him politely.

"Welcome, sir," he responded, allowing him to enter unhindered. Sensing something amiss, another bouncer discreetly followed Jared into the bar.

Storming through the crowded venue, Jared attracted curious glances, but no one dared to impede his progress or lay a hand on him. His determination was palpable in the air, his eyes bloodshot from a mixture of anger and distress.

Without hesitation, Jared barged into McKayla's soundproof office, the door swinging open with force. The bouncer who had trailed him stood at the entrance, uncertain of what was about to unfold. McKayla, seated behind her desk, attempted to maintain an air of composure despite the flicker of fear dancing in her eyes.

Deep down, she knew why Jared had come. It was a fear