Daniel was on his way back home when Henry's urgent voice cut through the hum of the car.
"Boss, you need to see this."
Daniel frowned and took the phone, but the sight that met his eyes made his expression harden instantly.
His grip on the device tightened, jaw clenched. A beat later, his voice was sharp with command. "Take this video down. Before it goes viral."
The weight in his tone left no room for hesitation. Henry nodded quickly, already dialing and sending messages, pulling strings to scrub the footage.
But Daniel's gaze didn't waver from the screen. The video played again—Anna, fists flying, standing fearlessly against a group of boys outside Hill Valley Academy.
"Anna Clafford…" he muttered under his breath, his tone heavy with both frustration and something far more complicated. "Why can't you ever stay out of trouble?"
The car shifted course at once, tires gripping the road as it turned sharply toward the academy.
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