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“Justin Xane, when do you learn to start being a man and not this…” Shawn was going to say when the suited man (now Justin Xane) huddled above him and strangled him.

Groaning, “What do you think, Donnelly? That this is your corporation where you give orders? Listen, here, I give orders and you listen!” He aggressively threw Shawn’s head aside.

I struggled on the seat where I was, trying to get a hold of Shawn’s attention but the distance wouldn't let me. My tied month wouldn't permit for sounds too. This person seemed like someone Shawn knew. Since they were speaking of business, I guess they were business rivals.

“If you think hitting or tying me up will make me listen to you, Xane, you’d be surprised,” Shawn smirked like the badass that he was.

Glancing at him from afar, one could tell that he was unabashed by his adversary’s threats.

Justin Xane, however, had a leverage; me. “You think so?” He raised his hands up, shifting backward. “Do you really think you won't take instructions