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In the Office. Tony's POV. I was stunned. In fact, likely and completely shocked by the fact, he had said it, that too, her face. Besides, she deserved it. Not in my life would I make a commotion for a juice, though being made out of Travis's hands; maybe a slight exception. However, I did see him run off to the kitchen. Maybe, if he felt disappointed or not wasn't clear. I could only run my gaze to him, in case he shot back a glare or glimpse. I know what I'm doing is wrong. Disappointing him, beating him up with all my new schedules, giving him nothing. It's not like it doesn't hurt. It is in fact, killing me. Hurting me to such an extent, I don't feel like being around him. It's what I do. For him to be around me, to know me, to stay with me and feed me, I had to take this de