Jonah took one look at him and shook his head. “You’re doing the thing again.”“What thing?”“The thing where you hit the bag like it personally ruined your week instead of, you know, boxing.” Jonah held the mitts up, unimpressed. “Jab. Jab. Cross. Not a funeral. Try again.”Cassian threw the combination properly this time or passable enough that Jonah grunted something that may or may not have been approval.Cassian had been coming to this gym for six years, since before he was CEO of anything, back when his father still introduced him at events as “my son, who’s finding his way,” which was Marcus’s polite way of saying disappointing.Jonah had been maybe nineteen then, already better with his hands than half the trainers twice his age, and had never once, in six years, treated Cassian like anything other than a mildly frustrating client who paid on time.It was, Cassian had decided a long time ago, his favorite relationship in his entire life.“You’re off today,” Jonah said, resetti
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