Chapter 33

Silas strode into his office, anger simmering in his chest. By the time he reached the reception, most of the alcohol in his system had

cleared

Mrs. Harris stood up when he opened the door.

"Mr. Stone," she said, her tone quaking with regret. "I tried to stop him, sir, but he wouldn't listen."

Silas nodded, keeping his temper in check. "Is he inside?"

"Yes, sir," she replied, nodding. "A security guard is with him."

"Alright," Silas said, heading toward his office.

His office was a spacious room with three big windows above the bustling street below. Standing by the windows always gave him a sense of power, as if he was sitting on top of the world,

And everytime he entered his office, he always looked forward to standing at the window, watching nameless strangers go about their lives.

But today, he felt no anticipation-just pure anger towards Dylan, Well, anger, confusion and curiosity.

When he pushed the door open, the security guard turned to face him.

"Hello, sir, the guard greeted.

"The Silas Stone," Dylan said, the corners of his mouth curled into a mocking smile. He was lounging on Silas chair, spinning lazily with a magazine in his hand.

Silas clenched his jaw at the sight. "Get out of my chair," he ordered.

The security guard shuffled nervously, his voice quaking. "I tried to tell him... not to touch anything."

"It's okay. I'll handle this," Silas said, assuring him.

The guard nodded and left.

Dylan smirked, dropping the magazine on the desk as he stood. "How are you doing today?"

Silas snarled. "What the fuck do you want?"

"Oh, cursing are we?" Dylan teased, sauntering away from the table.

Silas inhaled sharply, resisting the urge to lunge at Dylan and punch the smirk out

of his face. Instead, he moved to his desk and sank into his chair.

"How can I help you, Dylan?" Silas asked,

around the office. He paused at the bookshelf Silas used as decoration and pulled out

in here," Dylan said, flipping through the book like he

eyes at the insincere compliment, his anger simmering. They used to do everything together. Dylan used to be the COO of the

precision-before he decided to

had just been too ashamed to carry

you really want?" Silas demanded, his voice

friend?" Dylan asked in a tone Silas didn't trust. "I just wanted to see how you're doing, how the company

Silas said coldly, "the company is thriving beyond your

Dylan said, returning the book to the

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Chapter 33

you on that map."

delusional, I see," Silas shot back, his

of longing slicing through his anger. As much as he hated

"A man

hurting him. "I don't have all day, Dylan."

he always did when he was struggling with his ego.

clenched his fist under

Dylan whined. "Don't be

discomfort, but his anger swallowed the urge. "If

hand. "I'm sorry for...

image of Dylan grinding Kim had haunted him relentlessly, but

hearing the apology he'd longed for

Silas replied flatly, turning back to

That's it?" Dylan

brow. "What else

know," Dylan shrugged, moving closer. "Maybe that you forgive me? That you're

time ago," Silas said without looking at him. "I'm not mad

won't forgive

his chest. "Forgive you? You

slept

by Dylan's attitude.

was a terrible friend, and I shouldn't

with regret. But Silas

Silas said, reaching for his

my dick in my pants, and neither could Kim," Dylan added hastily. "But I'm not

seat, anger tightened his chest. "You're a womanizer, cool. But you had no right to touch

Silas's tone and nodded slowly. "I understand," he murmured,

shirt and

invited?" Dylan teased,

Silas scoffed, without

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