Chapter 8 Go home

Trisha's POV

It was like a dam had burst. The once-silent hallway was filled with noises from blows and punches.

My boss was on top of the man, his fists constantly connecting with his jaw. I was caught in the middle of it all. Not knowing what to do.

"Sir!" I shouted through the chaos, people were already gathering.

Not knowing what to do, I did something without thinking, something very stupid.

I went forward, gripping him forward, trying to push him back.

I suddenly felt a sharp pain as I fell down. I had just been hit.

I could see the shock in his eyes when what he did registered. He stood up immediately, holding his head as if he was surprised by his reaction.

The man wiped his jaw, smirking. It was like he got the same reaction he was expecting "Still the same hothead, I see. Just like our father. No wonder you-"

"Enough!" His voice was sharper than I have ever heard him.

I unconsciously flinched with the sound of his voice, my legs involuntarily moves backward.

He turned to me, his tone softer. "Let's go. Now."

I nodded, glancing back at the man with a look that could have set him on fire. Now, I know that this man was pure trouble . I had a weird feeling when I saw him first and now, I know why.

He also insulted me for no reason and deep down, I was glad that he was beaten up.

We walked out of the building in silence, the weight of the encounter pressing down.

"You okay?" I asked quietly, breaking the silence.

He let out a bitter laugh. "You really don't know when to stop asking that question, do you?"

I shrugged, a small smile playing at the corner of my lips. "Maybe I'm just stubborn."

"Or reckless." He shook his head but I can see he lightened up. "You shouldn't have talked to him like that. Stefan's... dangerous."

"So are you." My words were soft.

"You don't know anything about me, Ms. Scott." He said.

Suddenly, we saw some group of men dressed in uniform approaching us.

" Mr. Michael, you need to follow us to the station" They told him.

" Now, who the hell are you?" He asked. I was already seeing that his patience for today were running thin.

One of them who looked like their leader took out their ID and showed it to him.

" We're here in regards to the physical assault case that was reported to us by Mr. Stefan"

Who on earth reports their own brother to the police?

" It was just a minor case" I said to them.

Beside me, Mr. Michael was looking calm as he brought out his phone. The next minute, an elderly looking man ran to our direction, panting as if he was out of breath.

The uniformed men bowed their head in greeting.

" What is going on here? Do you know the man that you are talking to? You better apologize to him right now" The man shouted, leaving no room for them to talk.

" Mr. Michael, I am very sorry for this disturbance by my subordinates. They would apologize right now and I hope that you forgive them" He said.

" We were sent by Mr. Fletzon Stefan" One of the men whispered to who I found out was their commander.

That made the Commander stiffen a bit , as if searching for what to do.

" Apologize to him now" He said as if making his decision. " Do you think you can survive if you offend him."

He whispered something to the man's ear and his eyes got round.

He looked at the boss, first of all in recognition and the something akin to fear. Immediately, he got on his knees apologizing profusely.

This made me wonder what kind of man was beside me. I knew he was rich but they was obviously something more to him.

Instead of my boss to give them a response, he took my hands and started walking out. Mark was already beside the car.

" Mark would drive you back home" He said to me, pointing at the car that Mark was driving.

"But......."

" Go home" He said, leaving no room for any other conversation.

" Yes, sir" I said and entered the car.

Staying in the house with Mark was more uncomfortable than with the boss.

" Were you on a date?" I asked him when I saw that he was dressed really formal and nice.

" I'm sorry if I made you leave your date" I said when I didn't get a response.

" Ms. Scott, I'm trying to concentrate on the road" He said, annoyed.

" Do you have a problem with me?" I asked him the question that had been on my mind for the longest time.

He still gave me no response. This man had got to be the most insufferable man I've ever seen.

No wonder, he was close with the boss. They were literally birds of the same feather.

" If you don't want to talk, then that's your business. Just stop talking to me as if we have a beef" I said.

" Why would we eat beef?" He finally talked and this was what he asked me.

" Don't tell me that you don't know what having a beef is? I'm not talking about the food. Are you from the 80s? " I laugh, teasing him and for the first time, I saw a little emotion in this man.

His cheek turned a little pink as if from embarrassment.

I heard him murmur something like " Genz and their slangs" under his breath before the car finally stopped at my home.

This was me realizing that I never did tell him the particular hostel I was staying in

Well, it was in my office file so I didn't dwell on it too much.

" Thank you for the ride" I said, stepping out of the car. He waited for me to be inside my house before I heard the car backing out

I just knew this night that he was going to go Google the meaning of beef while me ,I think I was going to check the Internet on anything talking about Mr. Michael.