Rufus' POV:

The atmosphere in the corridor was dull. I looked at the small iron door in front of me and went lost in thought for a while. When the cigarette was about to burn out, I signaled the guard beside me to open the iron door.

Blair was wearing a tank top and a pair of gym shorts. He was drinking beer and listening to music while relaxing on a massage chair.

People who didn't know better would have probably thought that he was here for a vacation. Hearing my footsteps, Blair slowly turned to me, pretending to be surprised. "Why are you here?" "You're sick, so I came to see you," I replied, trying my best to keep calm even though my tone was laced with disdain.

Blair put down the beer in his hand, stood up, and looked at me. "Are you still mad?"

Then, he walked up to me and patted my shoulder.

eyes and then sat on a chair near the

and poured a glass of water for me. "I'm not sick, and I don't feel anything wrong with my body. In fact, I work out every day, and

point of working out every day? You can't

in response and sat across from me. "I know you're still mad, so I won't take that personally. But there is one thing I have to remind

if there is, I'll make sure you won't survive to complain about your nose or anything

I simply looked at him as he did so-trying to anticipate what he was going to do next. I knew he wasn't a person who would give

of the moment he shot me, it would be a lie if I said that I didn't mind and I'd just forgive him. After all, he had been my only trusted friend for so many years already. If this whole ordeal hadn't happened, he would've been my assistant when I took over the position

know if

audible whisper. "When did

don't know. Maybe I had a crush on her the first time I saw her. I didn't know

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