"I want Adam gone!" Noah flung his father's office door open, interrupting his mother and father's conversation.
"I'm sorry, son. Who?" Andre raised an eyebrow at him.
Noah brought his arms into his body and looked off to the side as tears threatened to fall from his eyes. Victoria walked up to her son and touched his chin, bringing his swollen red gaze to her own. "What's wrong, baby?"
"I want Adam Bisset out of the modeling circuit and off Olivia's brand. I'll take all responsibility for his absence and model for her. I want his ass out of there! Now!" Noah dug his nails into his palms and let his anger take him over.
"What is this about? What happened?" Victoria touched his cheek and he turned away from her and walked towards the door of his father's office.
"Just do it for me.
