The Amazing Marcus Puth

Blackmailer!!!

And then, like a glimmer of hope in the darkness, a message popped up: "THINGS CAN BE SET RIGHT IF YOU KNEEL ON THE FLOOR AND BEG MARCUS PUBLICLY."

Jack read the message again, his mind racing.

"What?" Jack shouted, his voice carrying the weight of his shock and confusion.

Don, sensing his father's distress, hurriedly rushed over. "What is it, pa?" he asked, his concern palpable.

But Jack was unable to find his voice. With shaking hands, he passed the phone to his son, who took it with a questioning look. When Don's eyes fell on the message, his expression shifted from curiosity to pure rage.

"Who the hell sent this?!" he roared, his fists clenching at his sides as if he were ready to take on the entire world.

Jack's voice was weak, his shoulders slumped in defeat as he answered, "I don't know, Don." His hands flew to his head, his fingers running through his hair in frustration.

"Apologizing to Marcus in private was already more than I could handle," he confessed, his face a mask