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~[CHAPTER SEVEN]~

I lost every containment in me, as I came barging into this area, figure intruding on such quietude which made up the space.

There he sat, the only figure I yearned to see ever since the meeting at the conference hall.

Right away, was that form on the rewinding chair, back turned to the entrance, he had soon spun around at my entry, profile beholding mine.

At the hold of that gaze, my chest burned, scrutiny fixed onwards, while those eyes came scanning my figure.

"To what do I owe this, Miss Parker?"

He appeared not a bit concerned about the occurrence in the previous meeting, instead, sat on his face, was that irksome expression he bore effortlessly.

"I think your decisions are unfair" I let out in a tone that was pushed by rounds of frustration, anger, exasperation and adamancy.

"I thought we had all that banter settled in the meeting, Miss Parker" Came his voice, with the bastard deeming it much interesting turning to the glass of wine sat on his desk.

"You