Anton stared at his own hand in disbelief. For a long moment he couldn't quite process what had just happened. He had actually thrown a punch, at a graduation party, of all places. That alone was unthinkable for someone like him.
Anton prided himself on keeping up a gentlemanly appearance. He trained his voice to remain calm, his manner smooth, his clothes pristine. He was used to charming clients, wealthy buyers, even the occasional politician. But here, standing across from Max, he had snapped.
The humiliation he'd carried all evening, piling on top of the embarrassment from Sheri's necklace, had finally boiled over.
And now, what unsettled him most wasn't that he had thrown a punch, but that Max had stopped it so effortlessly.
