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"This is from negotiating," he said, lowering his voice, "No one else, you alone are enough to annoy me."

Miya Ford looked up gently stabbing him with her soft words, "I'm not mad, you're free to find whoever you want."

"How generous."

Roshenge released his hand from her waist, his veins popping.

If she weren't Miya Ford, he could have killed her right there.

He pulled out a lighter, habitually flicking the metal wheel.

Miya Ford: "Go outside to smoke."

"..."

He hadn't planned on smoking; his hand was just itchy.

Roshenge slammed the door of the room and headed back to Camel Bay. The smoldering rage in his chest couldn't be suppressed and he vented it out on the Boxing Ring for three hours.

Jose Cooper walked in to find two sparring partners knocked down on the ring, "Who pissed off the boss?"

Who else could it be?

Chadwick Taylor was frustratingly itching to say, "That one from Camel Bay."