Stella Got Played

"Why did you come?" Taylor asked him once again, without replying to his question. 

"I hope you had a good time with her in that elevator." His father scoffed as he leaned his back against the couch. 

"How do you know about the incident?" Taylor asked him, his eyebrows furrowing as he pondered over it. He just came back from the company after signing the contract. How did his father already know about it?

"It was you, wasn't it?" Taylor spoke up after a while. "You were the one who made it happen." He was seething in anger. 

"Answer me, father." His jaws were clenched tightly as he looked at his father with his anger-filled eyes. 

"You weren't supposed to be there with her." His father replied as he lit up a cigar.

"You wanted to trap her in there?" Taylor couldn't take it anymore and slammed his palm against the oakwood table.