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Chapter 26   Vivianne Sinclair    He lifted his hand in a bid to slap me, but Scott walked in at that moment.   “You're not about to hit her, are you? Mark, really?”   He tightened his fingers in the air, then shot me a glare before his hand dropped to his side.   Scott walked over to me, held my hand, and dragged me out of the locker room, and into my office.   “Are you okay? Did he do anything to you?” He held my shoulders, eyes scanning me worriedly.   “I'm fine.” I flashed him a smile, and he sighed, his hands dropping to his sides.   “What happened between you two?”   “It's nothing. I've handled it.” I said, going to sit on my chair.   “I told you not to mess with him. What do you think you were doing?” He said, frustrated.   “He can screw you over with just a call. You'll lose your job and—”   “How about you tell him to stop messing with me instead?”   He raised a brow.   “I don't give a shit about whatever background he's from. Screw him