“Enzo, come on. You’re my best friend. We’ve been friends since we were eighteen!”
“You lied.” The words come out in a growl. “About everything. You cheated and blamed her. Blackmailed her. Threatened her. And now this.” I take another step toward him, and he backs up.
“What the fuck happened to you, Damon?”
He doesn’t respond.
“You made yourself the villain in this story. Not her.” I gesture toward Remy without looking away from him. “Not us. You.”
Damon’s hands curl into fists. “You’re throwing our friendship away for some woman you’ve known for three months?”
“Her name is Remy.” My response is flat. “And yeah, I am. Because in three months, she’s shown more integrity and loyalty than you have in thirteen years.”
“Fuck you, Enzo.”
My fist connects with his jaw before I fully register moving. The impact sends him staggering backward into the bookshelf. Books cascade onto the floor.
Damon touches his split lip, blood on his fingers. “You hit me.”
“Consider yourself lucky that’s all I did.” I flex my hand, knuckles already starting to swell.
“She’s got you all fooled, doesn’t she?” Damon wipes blood from his mouth. “And all three of you, fighting over her. You know what’s going to happen? She’s going to choose one of you, and the other two are going to be left with nothing. Or maybe, she will choose none of you. She’s going to tear you apart.”
“Get. Out.” If he doesn’t leave, I can’t be responsible for what happens next.
“You’re making a mistake!”
I pull out my phone and dial security. “I need someone in Remy’s office immediately. We have a trespasser who needs to be escorted from the building.”
Damon’s eyes widen. “A trespasser?”
“You’ve been fired, and you’ve been asked to leave. That makes you a trespasser.” I log in to the security system onmy phone, entering my access codes. “Security will escort you out. You have fifteen minutes to clean out your desk under supervision. A courier will collect any company property you have at home. Your access codes and badges are already deactivated.”
Two security guards appear in the doorway.
“Gentlemen, please escort Mr. Sage from the building. He’s terminated, effective immediately.”
The security guards move forward. Damon shrugs them off.
“I’ll walk myself out.” He stops at the door, looking back at me. “You’re going to regret this.”
I scowl. “No, Damon, I won’t.”
After he leaves, the silence in Remy’s office is deafening.
I turn to face her. She’s still standing by her desk, arms wrapped around herself. Her face is pale, but her expression is carefully controlled.
I cross to her. “Are you okay?”
She moves away, putting the desk between us. “Thank you for intervening, but I could have handled it.”
“He had you cornered.”
“I know.” She sits in her chair, pulling up files on her computer as if nothing had happened. “I’ve handled Damon before. I can do it again.”
I lean against her desk. “You shouldn’t have to.”
Her fingers freeze on the keyboard. “I assume you heard everything.”
