Fred tilted his head to see Dean standing before him with a grin on his face that was annoying to the core.

"I see you're already sulking in your loss. How did the raid of the hotel go?" Dean taunted.

Fred clenched his hand into a fist and stood up to face him.

But then Dean chuckled and put a finger on his chin, "Oh, I'm sorry. You couldn't be at the office because you'll be angry at your elimination!"

"Shut your fucking mouth. Who the hell let you in here?" Fred questioned, his face contorted with anger.

Dean clicked his tongue and didn’t answer until his gaze met Bethany,...