Sebastian’s POV
I didn’t walk into Michal’s office.
I detonated into it.
The door slammed into the wall so hard the frame rattled, and the air in the room shifted — heavy, tense, electric — like the moment before a storm rolls in.
Michal didn’t even look up at first.
He was leaning over his desk, pen in hand, circling something on one of his files, calm as ever.
“You’re stomping,” he said flatly. “That means either someone died, or the boys pissed you off.”
I slammed the door shut behind me.
Hard.
Michal looked up immediately.
His expression went from bored to deeply, existentially concerned.
“Oh good,” he muttered, closing the file slowly. “It’s both.”
I pointed accusingly at the carpet like it was responsible for the crime.
“YOUR daughter—”
He raised his eyebrows. “Already
