TRISTAN
“Alpha, the man is here,” one of my workers said, standing at my door. “The client who wants to buy one of our estates.”
“Tell him I’ll see him in a minute,” I said. He nodded and left.
I straightened my suit, ready to go handle business like every other normal day. But the moment I stepped out and saw the back of the man standing in the hallway, something cold slid down my spine.
No.
No, it couldn’t be him.
But when he turned, our eyes met, and everything inside me snapped.
It was him.
The bastard I fought yesterday.
He froze too, shock ripping across his face, but I didn’t care about his surprise. The words flew out before I could stop them.
“What the hell are you doing in my company?!”
He blinked once, anger flaring in his eyes. “How the hell will I know this place be
