Proton stopped Silver in the hallway, arm against the wall like a barrier.

“Out of my way.” Silver’s gaze was as icy as his tone, glaring at the executive as if daring him not to move.

Proton took the dare, eyes hidden under the brim of his hat, but his nasty smile was very visible. He knew exactly the kind of challenge he was issuing. He’d seen that glare— heard that tone— before, from someone he respected more.

He moved his hand as if to let him pass, but grabbed Silver’s chin instead.

“Just like your old man, you know.”