Xander stormed into Ava’s office without knocking.
His eyes were wild with rage, his jaw, clenched so tight the muscle twitched.
Ava stood instantly.
“Xander…?” She stuttered.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He questioned in return.
Tristan, who had been leaning against her desk obviously in the middle of a conversation, straightened.
Xander threw his phone onto the table. A video was playing— a blurry clip leaked by someone at the office.
The client leaving the meeting room looking furious. Ava storming out. Tristan behind her, his hand almost touching her waist. People whispering in the background.
Xander’s voice cut through the room like a blade, pulling their attention from the video playing on his phone.
“Aside from this video that’s been circulating rapidly, that man said you tri
