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Duke remained seated, his voice indifferent as he mumbled, "Not my problem." His eyes remained closed, his expression unreadable, as if he was disconnecting himself from the situation. The tension in the room escalated, with Dominique's gaze fixed intently on Duke, his eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and annoyance.

Dominique's eyes narrowed, his voice taking on a stern tone. "Now you listen and listen well, I know you think you're some kind of lone wolf, but newsflash: you're not. You are part of this team whether you like it or not."

"In case you haven't noticed, I don't do well being forced to do something I don't Want to do," Duke interrupted, his voice laced with defiance. "And I definitely don't appreciate being spoken to like a child. I'm a grown man, Dominique, and I can take care of myself."