𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ~ | 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 (2)

001 | Here we go again

"Sabrina, are you even listening?"

Christian's stern voice wrenched me from my thoughts. I looked up from where I had been twirling a pen between my fingers. Everyone was looking at me expectantly. I let my head slip off my hand and sat up straight in my chair.

Christian was standing at the head of the long table, leaning on his hands. I blinked in confusion, wracking my mind for any idea of what he might have just asked me. I glanced at Sam, but he just raised an eyebrow at me. Unhelpfully.

"Um, no?" I frowned, taking a shot.

"Well, maybe you should do your job." He snapped, a little cold. I looked down at my hands.

Nice shooting, dumbass.

"Head in the clouds, Hawke?"

Speaking of dumbasses,

I turned to shoot a withering glare in Max's direction. He was sitting across the table from me, leaning luxuriously back in his chair. The only thing missing was a bowl of popcorn.

"Zip it, Verstappen." I hissed under my breath, hoping that Christian wouldn't hear me. Of course, just as the words left my lips, the room fell silent again.

"If you are just going to behave like a child," He began standing up straight. Max's eyes flickered at me, an arrogant smirk playing on his lips. I felt the anger swelling inside me at the sight of him.

"I'm not." I interrupted him, tearing my gaze away from the Dutchman. "I'm not the one being a child here."

"Sabrina, let's not start this again." Christian sighed in exasperation, pinching the bridge of his nose. I opened my mouth in shock.

"Getting called a child, ouch." Max sneered sarcastically. "Really, you need to upgrade your insults, Lifeje." He crossed his arm with a condescending chuckle. I felt my hand clench under the table.

"Don't call me that." I glowered at him.

"DoN't cAll mE tHaT." He imitated me in a high-pitched voice.

My insides were burning with rage at this point. I stood up abruptly, making my chair clatter backward. Sam, who was sitting next to me, jumped a little at the sudden noise. Christian looked as if he wanted to stab pencils into his ears and knock his head against the wall over and over.

"And you call me the child!" I pointed at Max, glaring at Christian, who ran a hand down his face.

"AnD YuO cAll mE ThE cHiLd." Max repeated it in the same falsetto voice, making a blah blah blah sign with his hand.

My fist closed tightly around the pen lying on the table next to me. Unfortunately, Sam saw the action before I could leap over the table, stab Max with it, and pry it from my fingers. He also moved away from his own pen.

"Shut up!" I snapped at him. He opened his mouth to repeat what I said again, but Christians hands slammed down on the table before he had the chance. Sam jumped an inch out of his seat at the sound.

"Enough!" He bellowed. The room instantly fell silent. His anger-filled eyes turned to me, a hand pointing at the chair that had fallen behind me. "Sit."

I didn't move; my eyes were still locked with Max's blue ones. He glared back, unblinkingly. I wasn't going to be the one who looked away first.

"Sabrina! Now!" Christian yelled. I gritted my teeth angrily and ripped my gaze away, turning to pick up the fallen chair and sit back down.

"Weak." Max muttered, not loud enough for Christian to hear, but it reached my ears well enough. I clenched my jaw and shot daggers at him.

It was bad enough that I had to sit through these meetings where people would just drone on and on about some shit. But I also had to sit here listening to the droning while somehow tolerating (or not in this case) my asshole of a teammate. Maybe I should start to pay attention... Nah, don't be silly.