20. Diesel
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DIESEL
“ W hat do you mean you haven't discovered what the issue is yet ?” Diesel put his fist through the stone wall. When he retracted it, blood was running down from his knuckles.
His skin was ripped open, but Diesel paid no mind to it. His eyes shifted from human to wolf as he stared Striker down.
Her face scrunched up stubbornly as she refused to look him in the eye. “You never used to talk to me like this. Ever since you married Omara, you've changed… You’re crueler.”
Diesel picked up a heavy glass statue from his desk and threw it across the room, barely grazing the side of Striker’s cheek.
Striker didn't budge an inch, though.
“I've always been cruel. Perhaps you’re the one who’s changed.” His words were nearly inaudible due to his deep growl.
Striker breathed deeply, seeming to gather up her courage, and made her way over to Diesel. She placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him. “That's not true. You were never cruel to me like that. I was once your most trusted asset. You cared for me, and I cared for you the same way.”
Diesel grabbed both of Striker's hands in just one of his and shoved her to the floor. “You are mistaken, Striker. My courtesy toward you only went as far as you were useful to me. Right now, you’re a worm beneath my feet.”
He marched past her and exited his office without as much as a backward glance.
It's time I take matters into my own hands.