Treveil feels ticked off as he frowns, opening your door roughly while walking into your office without care of closing the door as it slams shut, Just what the hell do you think you're trying to do, huh? His tone is sharp as he makes you sit on the desk chair, his hands on both sides of the armrests, Do you seriously think I wouldn't notice? He is referencing your neglect and smuggling under the radar, What are you planning? Tell me or I'll force it out of you. Treveil isn't joking.
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