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Then, like a bomb detonating, Sawyer snatched the tablet from Henry’s hands. His horrified eyes scanned the event and the model’s details, his grip tightening on the device. And then—
He saw the model’s face.
His entire body went rigid.
It was that bastard from the bar.
A slow, lethal rage crawled up Sawyer’s spine.
"What the fuck?!" His roar shook the entire office.
Henry stumbled back several steps, his face draining of color at the terrifying look in Sawyer’s eyes. The darkness on his boss’s expression turned downright lethal.
Sawyer threw the tablet aside, marching toward the elevator with an air of pure menace.
"Where the hell did this asshole come from? Who the fuck hired him?!" he barked.
As they entered the elevator, Henry scrambled to explain, his voice shaky, "Mr. Stark, he’s Jeremy Nox. We hired him for a special show in collaboration with Victoria’s Secret next week. He’s part of their dance performance."
Sawyer’s fury ignited further. "Have you all gone mad? When the fuck did I approve picking up some random pretty boy off the goddamn street and using him in my business?" He shot Henry a furious glare, making the man shrink back.
"Sir, he’s a supermodel," Henry’s voice wavered. "One of the highest-paid in the industry. Moreover, Victoria’s Secret specifically requested him. It wasn’t our choice, but their arrangement."
“Motherfucker,” Sawyer snarled under his breath, striding out of the elevator as soon as it opened.
He stormed toward the glass-walled dance studio. "Which room?" His voice was deadly quiet.
Henry barely had time to point before Sawyer’s sharp gaze locked onto them—Ellie and that prick.
Through the glass walls, Sawyer could see Ellie and Jeremy on the other side, moving together in a dance.
Sawyer’s blood boiled.
He took a step forward, ready to barge in.
“Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark—wait!” Henry grabbed Sawyer’s arm right before he could enter the room.
Sawyer shot him a deadly glare. "You want me to break your hand?"
Henry instantly snatched his hand back. "No, Mr. Stark! I just… maybe you shouldn’t go in there right now."
Sawyer barely spared him a glance before turning his head toward the glass wall. His jaw clenched as he watched Ellie wrap her arms around Jeremy’s neck, pulling herself up on him with a seductive grace. Her hand slid down the side of Jeremy’s waist in a slow, teasing motion.
Sawyer’s head tilted to the side, his jaw tightening to the point of pain.
"The fuck I won’t," he growled and strode toward the door.
"Mr. Stark, Ms. Ellie might misunderstand and get angry!" Henry quickly blocked his way, grabbing the door handle with both hands. His voice was urgent, barely a whisper. "Sir, you just pulled Ms. Ellie out of the performance with Ms. Olivia, and now you’re about to storm in again. Isn’t that interfering with her work? She might start thinking badly of you."
Sawyer’s body stiffened, his muscles taut with rage.
Seeing a sliver of hesitation, Henry pushed on. "Sir, you are the one who took Ms. Ellie off her original job and told Kevin to find a new one for her. Kevin found this, and it turns out to be—"
"That damn bastard!" Sawyer seethed.
Henry quickly nodded, eager to calm the storm. "Yes! That damn bastard. But, sir… this is work. Ms. Ellie is just doing her job. It’s not real. Think of it as acting. She’s here to teach Jeremy how to dance—nothing more. If you interfere now, she might start resenting you for not supporting her. Sir, this is a feminist era! How can you—"
"Shut the fuck up, Henry!" Sawyer snapped. He tore his hand away from the door handle and took a step back.