A harsh sound bounced off the walls of the gym, accompanied with Elliot's harsh breathes.

Rage sat in his dark eyes as he kept punching the bag, imagining Atlas' face on it.

Shawn walked in with a glass of juice, sipping on it calmly as he watched Elliot. Elliot glanced at Shawn before he went back to bullying the punching bag.

Sweat dripped from his face, rolling down his neck and disappearing into the white shirt he had on. His black blazer and tie were thrown on the floor, insulting the money they cost.

His hair stuck to his face, drenched in sweat as he lets out an annoyed grunt....