Scrolling through social media during his break probably wasn’t the best idea in the grand scheme of things, but for all that Xavier prided himself for his logic, he was still human after all.

Earlier, he had posted several pictures of a some sponsorship with a perfume, but his views had dropped a tad in comparison to his previous posts. Out of curiosity, Xavier opened Siah’s Instagram page to see what his least favorite model was up to, only to realize that Siah’s most recent pictures also contained photos of him modeling with the same perfume company that had requested for Xavier’s sponsorship.

How DARE they double-cross him like this! Everyone and their grandmothers knew that the two got along like a forest and a lit cigarette, and not for the “fun petty rivalry” type of way either, not ever since Siah ruined Xavier’s original plan in life to attend college with that damned interview. Did the perfume company think they could market off their sworn enemy relationship for the sake of stuffing their pockets with even more cash?! Like hell Xavier would ever allow anyone to play him like a fiddle ever again.

Furious at the company’s “betrayal,” Xavier slammed his fist against his wooden desk, accidentally a bit and piercing his fist with several splinters, blood trickling down the desk and his hand. The injury caused him to snap back into reality as Xavier’s eyes widened in horror at what he had just done. Xavier had another modeling gig due the next day! There was no way he could who up with an injured hand!

Had it not been for the sound of hurried footsteps and the door to his office snapping him from his thoughts, Xavier suspected he would’ve had a panic attack. Looking up, he was met with the sight from none other than his manager, looking just as worried about his injury as Xavier did.

“…ah, sorry for that.” Xavier mumbled apologetically as he attempted to wipe off the blood from the desk with his shirt. “I’ll just have to buy a new one later.”