The door slammed behind Sofia with the kind of finality that made the air inside the office go thick and heavy.
Adam stood frozen, every muscle tight, jaw clenched so hard it ached. His pulse thundered in his ears.
Then, slowly, he turned to Tristan.
"What the hell were you doing at her house last night?"
Tristan blinked. "Oh, we're skipping the usual pleasantries and going straight to the interrogation?"
Adam's eyes narrowed. "Answer the question."
Tristan gave a lazy shrug, strolling toward the leather chair like he hadn't just walked into a battlefield. "I was invited. Not by you, obviously. But Elise said there'd be wine, and memes, and Sofia's promotion was worth celebrating."
Adam's voice was flat. Cold. "You're not part of her circle."
Tristan's grin turned wicked. "Yeah? Neither are you, most days. But last night you crashed that little gathering like you were one of the girls. All that was missing was a karaoke number and a glittery headband."
