The Aftermath—Bet

Justin sat at his desk, completely unmoved, his elbow resting on the armrest, chin balanced on his knuckles. His gaze was somewhere distant, somewhere beyond the two very angry women currently pacing in front of him, their voices a mix of frustration, disbelief, and something bordering on parental disappointment.

"Do you even think before you open your mouth?" Selena demanded, her arms crossed so tightly she might as well have been holding herself back from throwing something at him. "That speech—you went completely off-script! Do you know how long Adams and I worked on that?"

Adams, pacing like an overworked babysitter on the verge of quitting, threw her hands up. "You just had to go full 'I'm a god, kneel before me' mode on your first fucking day, huh? Jesus, Justin!"

"Are you even listening to me?!" Selena snapped, pacing in front of his desk like she was about to throw something at his head.