CONRAD
“Gavin!" I called, approaching them. Gavin glanced at me and slightly shook, fixing his brown suit.
“Conrad. You're about to leave?" he asked, his voice low and shaky. I stopped inches from where they stood, glancing at Tristan.
“What are you talking to him about, Gavin?"
He smiled, crossing his hand on my shoulder. "I met him standing by my car when I came here. And I know that both of you don't get along, so I was telling him to stay away from you and this company. He wanted to start a little argument but I stopped him.”
I shook his hand off my shoulder, glancing at both of them. Gavin was acting more strangely than his usual self and it was ticking me off.
“Stay away from him," I said to Gavin. “Don't try to argue with him too. It's worthless."
Tristan laughed. "Come on
