"I don't need you. I never need you. I would be just fine by my fucking self but I don't get to do that? And I was being all nice to you, you were learning and all that good shit and suddenly, you want to stab me in the back. And I fucking warned you about stabbing me in the back." Without giving Kian any warning, he was suddenly slamming him into the desk, fingers gripping his suit jacket tight as he tried to pin him against it so he could fucking choke him.

He knew it was true, on some level, he just didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to think about losing his job and having to live without being a lawyer. He hated that even now, his grip was weaker than it used to be, that his hands trembled and hell, his vision was swimming. That was the stupid blood pressure or heart or something. It didn't matter.

It just wasn't fair. "You might steal my job, you might get some good cases and some prestige, sure, but you're already fucked. They set you up to fail. And let's be real here, daddy's boy, it ain't your shiny recorded they fancied. They just liked your surname."