Chase flops into the leather chair across from Tristan's desk like he owns the place. Tristan remains standing, cold, and controlled.
chase Du Verre
(Looking around)
You know, I always pictured you in a job like this. Cold office. Sharper suits.
chase Du Verre
less fun
Tristan Heusen
And you? I imagined you'd be in a cell by now, not a scandal reel.😐
chase Du Verre
(chuckles)
Still charming, I see.
Tristan walks slowly around the desk, leans against the edge with arms crossed.
Tristan Heusen
why are you really here, chase?
chase Du Verre
I'm visiting. needed a change of view, didn't think it'd come with a lecture 🫤
Tristan Heusen
you punched Donovan Lee. that's not just some guy. He's involved in a potential merger with he heusen Corp
chase Du Verre
(genuinely confused)
And that’s my problem… how?
Tristan Heusen
He’s trying to spin the story. Make you look like a violent gold-digger.
chase Du Verre
violent is absurd
chase Du Verre
do I look like I need money 🤨
Tristan stares him down, unmoved.
Tristan Heusen
No. But I know you, Chase. You act like fire doesn’t burn you. But sooner or later—
chase Du Verre
(interrupting, smirking)
You forget—I am the fire.
A beat of silence. Tristan’s jaw clenches. There’s something simmering beneath his calm mask.
Tristan Heusen
I don’t have time for your games.😮💨
chase Du Verre
Then don’t play.
Chase rises, smooth and easy, stepping toward the door. He stops, glancing over his shoulder.
chase Du Verre
You gonna call security, or are we pretending you don’t miss me too?
He exits, leaving the door slightly open. Tristan doesn’t move. He just stares at the screen still showing Chase’s frozen image mid-punch. His eyes narrow
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