Inside Mark's room, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Ava and I occupied the cramped space beside Mark on his "mattress-c*m-bed," while Jonas and Lucy stood in the living room. The dynamics between the boss and assistant resembled a fiery clash of elements, Jonas emanating intense heat in the form of anger and anxiety, while Lucy attempted to cool the flames, her hand gently massaging his upper arm.
"Please, forgive him, Mark.” Ava's voice broke the tense atmosphere with its soft and pleading quality, drawing my attention away from Jonas and Lucy. I shifted my gaze from them to her as she continued, “Jonas has a short temper, and he's excessively possessive of me."
Mark, still harboring a grudge against Jonas, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, and his brows furrowed, responde
