Vague view

Los Angeles

Flynn International Group

His office

A bang on the door woke him up. He opened his eyes and rubbed them, still feel sleepy. He ran his fingers through his messy hair and scowled, "Who is it?"

"Dude, get the fucking door open now." Sounds like Ryan is pissed.

Groaning in frustration, he felt dizzy and sleepy. A yawn escapes from his mouth and thereafter he realize that he was half naked. The only cloth covering his nude was his white Louis Vuitton boxer.

"Just a minute." He frowned when Ryan banged the door impatiently. Slowly, he picked up his clothes and put them on. His belt was still unbuckled but his zip and button was sure knotted.

He searched for the fumes and sprayed the entire place. Though the whole place was having a good smell but his instincts insisted he do so. Leaving a tangerine and fresh waters fragrance in the atmosphere.

He lazily strode towards the door. Ryan crossed his arms on his chest with a strange look on his face.

"Come in, invader." Without saying any other word, he left him by the door and made his way towards the couch.

Looking around, Ryan scrunched his brows suspiciously, keeping his gaze at him while his both arms are crossed, he leaned on the desk and faced him. "Seb?"

Sebastian glared at him weirdly and raised his brows.

"Why do I sense something hot in here?" Ryan suspects.

"And when did my office became a kitchen?"

"Seb, am not talking about cooking hot, I meant–oh stop it, you know what I mean bro." Ryan demands to know.

"Ryan, did you hit your head on your way to my office? Or should I say Anastasia didn't treat you well." He rubbed his sleepy eyes.

"Of course she did, it's part of our hobby, man. Now you explain to me why you're wearing a back-shirt?"

He paused and quickly checked himself. "Oh yeah, actually I was feeling sweaty and hot so I took off my sleeve and mistakenly wore it back in the wrong position when you strive in." He lied and didn't care.

"O...k, and the belt? Were you hot down there as well?"

Sebastian gave him a glowering glare, "Ryan, stop talking like a child. I was feeling hot, that's all. Now change of topic." He volubly stated.

"Well, I guess you'll grow hotter and hornier when you see this, Mr Flynn." He showed him the video.

"What?! Wh...Who...framed this?" He was stunned.

Retrieving the phone from him, Ryan deleted it instantly and kept the phone inside his pocket. "That, am still trying to find out. But right now, I spoke with the board of journalist and he has already chuck it out of the web."

"Oh my God, fuck!" He tossed the pillows from the couch. "Someone who doesn't like me did this to me."

"Absolutely," Ryan nodded in agreement.

"But who could that be?"

"I don't know?" Ryan shrugged.

"Wait a minute," He turned around when he realize something, "When was this video posted because I know I'm not the guy there. Someone graphically edited my image."

"Four hours ago?"

"Four–what the fuck?! Ryan that was the exact time I was with Jin." He panicked.

Scrunching his brows in confusion, Ryan inquired, "Jin was here and you didn't bother to call me over?"

Lightly slapping his head, Sebastian sighed, "She wasn't here, idiot. We talked through the phone." He gathered his fists on his mouth and began to pace about. "Am finished, Ryan am gone. If mom and Jin finds out about this rumor, they'll have no choice but to believe."

"Hey relax, Aunt Petra know you very well, she won't fall for such a cheap lie." Ryan frowned.

Turning around, "And Jin? Do you think she'll ever hear me out?" He constantly tapped his left palm with the back of his right hand, "Ryan, Jin and I have come this far. We have never experience crises in our relationship and someone did this to me? Why, Ryan, why?" He whined.

Patting his shoulder, Ryan shook his head, "Hey bro, stop inviting those negative thoughts into your head. Your relationship with Jin will never end and that video will have no effect on your relationship."

"Says who? How sure are you? Jin is the love of my life but yet I haven't seen the bad side of her." Pausing for a while, he hesitated, "What if the bad side of her is leaving me for the rest of her life?" His voice lowered in his second statements.

"Hell no, man. Brush that thing out of your head for goodness sake." He guided him sit on the couch, "Listen Seb, I understand how you feel about this. The video didn't go viral that much according to New York Time because of it has a vague view."

Grabbing a glass of water from the dispenser, he handed it to him, "Here, have this." After he took two sips, he added, "Breathe, okay?"

"Am still trying to, Ryan. But am finding it difficult." He massaged his head.

Ryan jogged towards his desk to get the migraine drugs from his locker. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't find a single tablet. "Where did you keep them?"

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