Josh's P.O.V
"I think you accidentally gave me this," Maxwell said as he handed me my resume.
"It was no accident, Max." I slouched in my chair and put my feet on his desk. "I'm not going to be your puppet anymore."
"Don't call me Max," he seethed through his teeth.
"I can call you whatever I want to call you, Max."
"It's not really an appropriate time to be cocky, Trevor."
I put my feet on the ground and I leaned closer to Maxwell. "It's always a good time to be cocky...Max."
He sighed out of frustration and then rubbed his temples. "Trevor, I'm almost glad that I don't have to deal with you anymore."
"Did you find a replacement?"
"Yes, actually. My son, Jacob, will fill your position."
"You're married?"
"Divorced, not that it's any of your business."
"I make it a point that everything is MY business. And by the way, your son is nothing compared to me."
"Trevor, you think your God on Earth but you're not, Trevor."
"Then who is?"
"Trevor, don't get me wrong! I'll be glad to see you walk out of those doors, but I hope you understand that I own your house AND your beloved Ferrari."
"Ouch! The Ferrari part really got me there!"
"Without me, you're nothing!"
"Really? Because I've been getting a lot of phone calls, since I quit this job, about roles for new shows. And I can just buy myself a new Ferrari, Max. I'm not poor, you know."
His face was painted pure aggravation and his jaw was clenched tightly. "Before you leave and, hopefully, never come back, I have a question."
"Ask away."
"Are you stilling messing around with your choreographer?" The corners of his lips upturned into a grin.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes you do, Trevor. Don't pretend that you don't know what I'm talking about."
"It's not like that. At least, not anymore."
"Aw! Did she leave you?" He asked in a childish voice.
"N- wait! Why do you care?"
"Just wondering." He sat back me crosse his arms.
"Look. We don't talk, okay?"
"Who's next in line?"
"What?"
"Trevor. I know you. You can't go too long without someone to mess with. So tell me, who's the blond that hangs around with you?"
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Shall We Dance
Romantik"Love used to mean forever, but now it only means temporary." • Jessabelle Harbor has been through complete fire trying to get over her ex-boyfriend after finding out that he's engaged. So when she was offered the prestigious job as a choreographer...
