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***ADELINE’S POV***

I stared at a very agitated Sasha who stood in my office, her eyes narrowed with anger. She had burst in without knocking.

I remained calm, sitting at my desk, my hands folded in front of me. "What do you mean by that?" Sasha asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

"You really got involved with Tristan, you fool," I said, my voice steady. “What about him?” She asked, her face twisted with anger.

"Well, I have nothing to tell you," I snapped. "You said leave my office."

But Sasha didn't move. Instead, she stepped closer, her eyes burning with curiosity and rage.

"Tell me about Tristan," she demanded. "What happened between you two?"

I shook my head. "I have nothing to say to you, Sasha. Now, leave my office."

Sasha's anger only grew. "You think you're so high and mighty, Adeline. But I'll make sure when I'm done with you, you won't live to tell the story."

I met her gaze without flinching. "Do your worst, Sasha. Nothing will happen. You're just curious about Tristan,