Gabriel–Aged 29.
I spray on my cologne and do up the cuff links on my shirt as I glance at my watch.
Where is she?
I pull on my suit jacket and go into the bathroom and do my hair in the mirror. I hear my office door open and close. “Morning, Gabriel,” Vee calls as she rushes in.
“What time do you call this?” I call.
“You aren’t even ready yet,” she calls back as she opens my computer. “I don’t start work for another hour…in case it slipped your mind.”
“Very funny,” I call back. “You are well aware that nothing slips my mind.”
“Hurry up, I have a lot to do today,” she calls from my office.
I roll my eyes as I continue to comb my hair.
“Don’t forget I’m going to lunch today right on twelve thirty.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I walk into my office to see Vee sitting at my desk going through my calendar. Her hair is curled and she’s wearing a pretty pink dress.
Huh?
“Okay, let’s steamroll through this. So at nine you have a meeting with
Glenora from Blakehurst.”
“Why do you look like that?” I ask as I look her up and down.
“Focus.” She keeps reading the computer screen. “Then at ten you have a Zoom meeting with Atomic Advertising.”
Since when does she curl her hair for work? My eyes linger on her breasts, perkier than usual…is she wearing a push–up bra?
The fuck is going on here?
“At eleven thirty you have a meeting with the marketing team. The notes are in your email under the heading Eleven thirty meeting.” “Who are you having lunch with?” I ask.
“Then at one you have a Zoom with the United Kingdom office.” “Vee,” I snap.
Her eyes rise to meet mine. “Yes, Gabriel.”
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I asked you a question.
“What is it?” She screws up her face as if I am a major inconvenience.
“Who are you having lunch with?
Alied”
“What friend?”
“You don’t know her.”
“It’s a her?”
“Of course it’s a her.”
“You curled your hair for a her?” She rolls her eyes.
“You never curled your hair for me?”
“That’s because you wouldn’t notice even if I did. Can you concentrate for two minutes here.”
“I didn’t notice you curled your hair today?”
“Oh my god.” She sighs. “You’re exhausting, do you know that?”
I go to the coffee machine and begin making our coffee. “I have been told that a few times.”
“You’re also disgusting.”
“Got to admit.” I smirk as I sip my coffee. “Disgustingly exhausting is high on my rotation.”
“Please….” She goes back to reading. “This afternoon you have a final meeting….”
“Why would someone wear a push–up bra to work…I wonder?” I ask. Her eyes rise to meet mine. “Why would someone even notice that?” “Some people notice everything.” I pass the cup of coffee to her.
“Well.” She takes a sip. “Some people are nosey parkers who need to mind their own business.” “What’s her name?”
“Who?” She frowns.
“Your lunch date.”
“Oh my god. It’s not a lunch date, I’m having lunch with a friend.” She picks up her folder. “Get to work, Mr. Ferrara.”
“You get to work, Miss Locke.”
“I am.”
“Good.” I widen my eyes and point to the door. “Go now.” “I am.”
12.15 p.m.
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chapter 138
I walk out the front door of the Ferrara Media building and straight over to my car where Mark is waiting. “Hide the car” I tell him.
“What?” He frowns. “Why?“,
“There’s been a change of plans.”
“Like what?”
“Seraphina is going on a lunch date.” He chuckles.
“I fail to see the humor. Hide the fucking car.”
“Why?”
“Because we are spying on her…why do you think?” “Of course we are.” Mark pinches the bridge of his nose.
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