Roots of Rivalry

Felix's Pov:

Jaw clenched. I couldn't resist coiling my hands into fists, staring out of the floor to ceiling window of my office. A chuckle of disbelief flew out of my mouth. Honestly this wasn't making sense to me, one minute I got Mr Trent Whitmore in the palm of my hands. Sucking up to him to win me to his side and work with him, only to have him go back to working with him. What went wrong?