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

defend Mick. "Come on, boss. Everyone's got their personal life.

hitch, why should his private life

moment, Mick declared his loyalty. "Mr.

chose; being gay

"Mick, given your years of

affected your work, I won't hold this against

Morris, Jules's demeanor shifted to one of stern reprimand. "Nathan, stooping to such tactics

name—isn't that a bit

Morris was momentarily speechless.

beyond anything he

back down. Though he seemed meek on the outside, he was

wouldn't rest until his

your double standards

behold.

my

dismissed it as

claiming it

intervene. Now, when

actions,

villain?"

closing the space between himself and

he'd still call you a

of shame passed through Jules's eyes. "He'd

decision is yours to make. I hope you

Morris