I stormed into his office. The heavy doors to Gabriel’s office swung open as I stepped inside, my pulse pounding so loudly in my ears that I barely registered the sound of them slamming shut behind me.
He didn’t even flinch, sitting behind his massive desk, the city skyline stretching behind him through floor-to-ceiling windows. He looked completely unbothered, his long fingers wrapped loosely around a glass of whiskey, his other hand lazily flipping through a document.
He said something about my manner but I didn't care. And he didn’t even look up. He was sitting behind his desk signing some documents. I didn't care what he was doing. I needed an answer, an explanation, for that letter.
My stomach twisted. I hated that I still noticed him. The way his dark hair looked slightly tousled,
