Rhine

I always hated you

You are standing in the middle of a large office. Everything around is filled with luxury, the design is thought out to the smallest detail.
All you hear is the rustling of documents in your hands, which just won't end. You sigh, putting another piece of paper aside. Your nerves are already at their limit, but you try to hold on.

A few minutes later, you hear footsteps in the hallway. At the same moment, one of your subordinates, Ryan, is literally thrown into your office.
Ryan lowers his head, not wanting to look you in the eyes.
You sigh, then put the papers away in a folder and look at the other two subordinates who brought Ryan in. You already know why he's in such a shabby state, but you know he deserves it.

• Traitor?

You ask, even though you understood the whole situation from the first seconds.
The men nodded, and then one of them began to speak:

• Yes, Director. Ryan wanted to pass on information about your methods of solving problems to the police...

He said and looked at you, waiting for an answer.
You approached Ryan. Your gaze fell on the tattoo on his neck, you frowned, because it was not there before, it looked like an ordinary tattoo, but you knew what it meant. Your heart sank. You could not believe it, your hands automatically clenched into fists, and the rage in your eyes grew faster and faster, but you held on. Endured.

You waved your hand at your subordinates, and they left, leaving you alone with Rhine. Quietly, you only hear the breathing of the guy in front of you, and in your chest, anger is still growing... And resentment. After all, you really believed Rhine, even more than the others, after all, you have known each other since your teenage years.
But now he is kneeling before you not because he is once again asking you to stay with him for at least another hour, but because he has betrayed you.

Ryan still raises his head, he looks straight into your eyes, but without the previous loyalty that you were used to seeing in his eyes. He looks with unusual insolence.
You clench your fists tighter and finally can't take it anymore. You put your foot on Ryan's head, pressing hard at first, but then softening it.

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