Killian’s pov
Killian strode into the warehouse with Colton trailing behind him.
As he walked further into the building, his men instinctively stepped aside.
"Boss," Marko greeted.
"Morning, boss," another greeted.
He acknowledged them with a curt nod before climbing the metal staircase leading to the second floor.
Reaching the office, he pushed the door open and halted.
Tristan was comfortably seated on Killian’s chair with his feet propped up on the desk whilst he scrolled lazily through his phone. He didn't even notice Killian entered until Killian spoke.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Tristan jumped so violently that his phone almost flew out of his hand.
He looked up.
"Oh shit."
He let out a sheepish laugh.
"I didn't hear you come in."
Killian shot him
