Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

The assistant shot a glance at Morris. "Looks like you lost our little wager."

Morris, unfazed, replied, "Not just yet."

The assistant continued, "But you've already been shown the door by the chairman of Vincent Corporation.

Are you planning to hang around regardless?"

Out of nowhere, Morris pressed a button on his wheelchair, casting a beam of light from an embedded screen

onto the white wall opposite them. The image was initially wobbly and unclear, but it soon sharpened into

focus—a photo of Mick kissing another man in the hazy confines of a smoke-filled underground bar, with

others engaged in questionable antics.

As soon as the image hit the wall, Mick, typically composed, lost his cool completely. He charged at Morris,

almost frenzied. "Turn it off, Morris!"

"Turn it off, you scoundrel!"

He swung his fist at Morris, but the instant he made contact, it was Mick who hit the ground first.

Morris looked down at him, a smirk playing on his lips. "Mick, playing the victim, huh?"

Mick lay curled on the floor, shaking with fear, finally grasping the true strength of his adversary.

Gasps and murmurs of disbelief rippled through the room. "Mick, is that really you? You're gay?"

sighed deeply, disappointment etched

jumped in to defend Mick. "Come on, boss. Everyone's got their personal life. As long as

Vincent Corporation without a hitch, why should his private life be an

the moment, Mick declared his loyalty. "Mr. Jules, I've always been faithful

isn't something I chose; being gay is

for a moment before speaking. "Mick, given your

that your personal life hasn't affected your work, I won't hold this

to one of stern reprimand. "Nathan, stooping to such

name—isn't that a

Morris was momentarily speechless.

towards Mick was far beyond anything he had ever extended to his own

Morris wasn't one to easily back down. Though he

rest until

your double standards

to behold. Mick

my

you dismissed it

claiming it wasn't

intervene.

his actions,

villain?"

space between himself and Jules. "Jules, if

he'd still

Jules's eyes. "He'd understand, Nathan. When you're in

not every decision is yours to make. I

don't," Morris