Ara’s POV
I groggily wake to find Jack and Benedict locked in a heated standoff, the tension thick in the air. Jack's expression is unreadable, his grip tightened around a bouquet of roses. The little gift he brings is now overshadowed by the confrontation.
"Here to pick up your girl from work?" Benedict casually lounges in his chair, a trace of amusement curling his lips, though his eyes betray a sharper edge.
"Yeah, why are you in her office?" Jack snaps back, suspicion lacing his words.
"You don’t seem pleased to see me, Jack. This is my office. Mind you, every room in this building is mine," Benedict responds with that signature air of confidence, a hint of something territorial in his tone.
Jack rolls his eyes, frustration bubbling beneath the surface, and turns to me, "Let's go.
