
A heated argument and the kind of tension that turns dangerous the second neither of them backs away.
Yn's pov―
The office is silent except for the sharp sound of Taehyung dropping a file onto my desk.
“You call this finished?”
I look up instantly, already irritated by his tone. “You changed the meeting time three times. I worked with what you gave me.”
His jaw tightens. “Excuses again.”














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