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A/N: Someone wants revenge on Gordon.
Patience
He sat in his study, his fist hurting from where he'd punched him in the jaw before throwing him out of the house. His passport was in front of him on the desk, and he tapped it against the blotter with his good hand, harder and faster each second. This would not do. He just couldn't be here anymore, with the constant visits, the constant jaw clenching, teeth grinding visits. The damage to his property. His stress levels just wouldn't take it anymore. If he'd had his way, he'd have hit him over the head with a handy fireiron. But patience. He'd have the satisfaction of revenge one day. Revenge was a dish best served cold after all. To make sure that there was no one to hinder him, and to make sure that he would be really dead. Patience.
