-laden text. She called Gabriel a vind

the send button. She st

wasn't satisfying enough. She needed t

away from her desk, heading stra

cold and echoed with the sound of traffic from the street below

ring. "Yes?" His voice was low,

. "Did you reject my project just to stroke

to its commercial flaws," Gabriel replied calmly. The

her nails digging into her palm. "You wouldn't

und sent a shiver down her spin

on her mi

railing with the toe of her shoe, the vibration jarring her

Bernardin. She had a scheduled business

hting vendor was also a potential sponsor for the company's upcoming marketi

softly lit dining room to a plush, semi-ci

froze

Holland Morris, were sittin

face lit up with a genuine smile, and h

ond she saw Gabriel. Before Breanne could invent an excu

ed up sitting directly across from Gabriel. As she sat down

r. His face remained an impassive, perfect ma

conversation, laughing far too loudly at every minor j

ly unaware of the morning's disaster.

us glare directly into Gabriel's eyes. "The CEO had othe

ut his steak. "Aura Design only accepts

tly. "Perfection is often just a convenien

ove the table, Gabriel casually str

gasped

's expensive Italian leather sho

ry. "Are you okay, Bre

at violently. "Fine. Jus

lecloth, Breanne tried to

ly up her calf. The friction of his leather shoe against her nyl

t with Matthia. He nodded politely to her bor

cked, relentless assault, pressing a

. Her hands gripped the thick edge of the wooden t

devilish smirk played on the very corner of his