TRISTAN“You can’t be inviting my work people out like that, especially without telling me she was going to be here.”I was trying my best to be calm when I spoke to Violetta but the words weren’t quite coming out that way. It was hard to keep calm with how angry I was underneath.Violetta didn’t even blink, as she stood near the railing of the yacht, one hand resting lightly on polished teak, the other holding a glass of champagne like this was just another perfectly curated social evening.The ocean stretched endlessly behind her, glittering under the late afternoon sun. Everything about the setting was serene, but there was nothing serene about how I was feeling.“I invited her because I wanted to,” she said simply.“That’s not how this works.”“And how does it work, Tristan?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “Do I need to file a formal request through your secretary next time?”“That’s not what I meant.”“Then what did you mean?”Her voice was soft, but there was steel under
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