Top Floor (Rendezvous #1)

Chapter 19

He stalked over to her and lightly shoved her chin to the side so he could get a better view of her cheek. Claire nervously stood there as he stared with narrowed eyes at her swollen cheek before his eyes sharply glared down at Charlie.

“Who’s this?” he nodded towards the body with a disgusted look.

Tori answered. “Charlie Carlson, son of-”

“Christopher Carlson, CEO of C. Carl Food Distribution. I know exactly who his father is.” Heath’s voice was unnaturally low and Claire just stared at him with cautious eyes. She didn’t know whether he was containing his anger or about to explode.

Heath whipped his head to watch her once more and she almost jumped from how eerily calm he looked. Then he held out his hand towards Claire and she looked at it in confusion for a moment.

“Come with me. Let’s go and ice down that cheek of yours.”

Claire was hesitant to take his hand, mostly because the employees had finally arrived and were all standing at the doorway, not knowing when to go in since the scene before them was too interesting to interrupt.

She must’ve taken too long to contemplate over the situation because next thing she knew, Heath had clasped her hand in his before he looked at Tori.

“Tori Jones.” He said, using the same cold tone. “I suggest you tell your father to cut all ties with C. Carl. Something tells me they won’t be very beneficial in the near future.”

Tori grinned and saluted him with two fingers. “You just made my job easier, Heath Bishop.”

He didn’t indicate anything else as he simply nodded his head and practically dragged Claire along with him. She stared at him with wide eyes and Tori waved to the back of her friend as they exited the room.

Tori looked down at the still unconscious Charlie. And kicked him on the head again. “Looks like you were useful in that aspect at least, you piece of shit.”

Then she left the room with the last laugh.

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When they had entered the medical room, Heath had ordered the workers to vacate the room, leaving Claire to sit on the bed while holding an ice pack to her cheek as Heath paced back and forth with his hands clasped behind his back.

Claire stared at him for a few seconds as he continued to furiously pace. It was so quiet she could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall.

“How did he end up on the table?” He finally spoke as he violently turned to look at her.

“I threw him.” Claire answered. Her voice sounded weird, probably because of her swollen cheek.

“You-!” Heath sighed before pacing a few steps again. Then he spoke once more. “And what sort of technique did you use exactly?”