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Travis on the other hand slowly retreated away, knowing there was a fire on the mountain. He was better off out of the room

“You damned bastard!” Shania yelled and slammed the door with so much rage that a deafening sound echoed throughout the room, causing Travis to flinch as he continued retreating. Christian smirked and leaned against the chair

“Trav, buddy, please excuse us, and please ask one of the employees to bring some cold water… I feel someone is on fire,” Christian said, throwing a lazy glance at Travis, who nodded repeatedly and was already rushing to the door. He knew when to stay because this was indeed his cue to leave the scene. Immediately, the door closed. Shania slammed her folded fist on the desk with so much anger that Christian dramatically closed his eyes

“Okay…so…”

“Who do you think you are, huh…just because you are fucked up rich doesn't mean you need to walk all over us!” She yelled, shoving the things on the desk, and Christian's files landed on the floor.