-Jafaar's POV-
"Sir? What the hell?! Sir? When did she start addressing you as 'sir' again?" Holly’s voice, sharp and laced with accusation, cut through the tense silence of my office, her tone sharp and accusatory..
I clenched my jaw, the echo of Journee’s forced politeness still ringing in my ears. The scene replayed in my mind: her hesitant smile, the way her eyes avoided mine, the carefully constructed distance in her words. The remnants of Journee’s departure was still stinging.
Holly scoffed. “I guess it’s always ‘sir’ when you’ve managed to screw things up, isn’t it?”
I remained silent. I mean, what could I possibly say at this point? I was trapped in a self-made cage of my own making. Yeah, sure, we lived together, but I knew for bloody certainty that she would make sure I’d n
