The tension in Gabriel’s office was suffocating as the clock neared the end of the workday. He barely glanced up from his laptop, his fingers tapping impatiently against the desk. His mind was consumed with unfinished business. Contracts, negotiations, and the mess from his so-called wife.
Jonathan stood near the door, waiting for instructions. The moment Gabriel signed off on his last call, he exhaled sharply and shut his laptop.
“Tell the chauffeur to leave the keys. I’ll drive myself home,” Gabriel ordered without looking up.
Jonathan hesitated for a second. “Sir, are you sure? The roads are…”
“Did I stutter?” Gabriel snapped, rubbing his temples. “I don’t need a damn chauffeur breathing down my neck today.”
Jonathan nodded quickly and left to relay the message.
By the time Gabrie
