Tristan Michelson~•~I paid him no mind and headed straight for the elevator, but the persistent bastard followed me inside.He stayed quiet on the short ride a floor down and I wasn’t surprised when he stepped out after me, following me inside my office.As soon as the door was closed behind us, I turned around to stare at him, not expecting it when a sudden punch landed on my face.I hissed, stumbling back. Pain exploded across my jaw and the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. For a split second, my vision was blurry. Then rage took over.Sebastian stood there, his chest heaving with anger and his fists still clenched. “You fucking bastard!” he snarled. “You ruined everything!”I straightened slowly, wiping blood from the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. My eyes locked on his. “You hit like a bitch, Sebastian.” He didn’t. His punch hurt, but it was more than enough to set him off again.He swung again, but this time I was ready.I ducked and drove my fist straight
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