Isabella POV
I glance at Gabriel, but he focuses on his phone. Typing something. I sat next to him. My hand is on my laptop bag. Does he notice his Paris's assistant has another agenda with him?
"G! Do you want to have breakfast or coffee? We can go to the nearest coffee shop," Belle says cheerily. Excuse me? What did she just call Gabriel? G??
"Just go straight to the office, Belle," Gabriel says curtly. He doesn't even glance up from his phone.
"Or do you want to go to the hotel first to freshen up?"
"To the office, Belle," his eyes still glued on the phone.
"Or do you want to see the building first? I'm glad we completed the deal–"
Gabriel cuts her. "Office, Victor," Gabriel addresses the driver and presses the partial that separates us from the front seat. It's soundproof. So
