"If you are not happy with this arrangement, you could always leave," Xavier simply said, his voice laced with a hint of threat as the two men locked eyes from a distance.
Blake scoffed loudly as he clicked his tongue in annoyance. "You can't make me leave. I'm not letting you guys win this time," he spat the words out like they were poison in his mouth. "I'm not leaving," he insisted.
A low chuckle left Xavier's lips. "It's not about winning or losing, Blake." He stepped forward, giving him a firm pat on his shoulder as a small smile graced his lips. "I heard you have been doing well in this company, I know you won't disappoint us," he said with a knowing look twinkling in his eyes.
"Whatever," he muttered under his breath before leaving unhappily and letting the door shut behind him, leaving just Xavier and I alone in the meeting room.
