You straddled Ari's thighs on his chair, keeping him down while you held a steak knife by his throat, a cold glint in your eyes.

You would've not come for your rival blatantly like this while he was dining in a private restaurant, only meaning to threaten him. But he seemed so adamant to get under your skin, even going as far as to steal your biggest client when the both of you had a deal to stay away from each other's business as a feeble attempt of truce.

Ari looked up at you, both of his hands somehow grasping your waist in an unfazed and gentle manner.

"Good to see you as well, angel." He even smiled at you when he spoke, as if he was already expecting your presence.