The elevator dinged, a clinical sound that pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts. The doors slid open to the third floor, revealing a quiet, high-end hallway that smelled of expensive cleaning products. Gabriel led the way, his stride professional.
We passed an open office space where a few employees were hunched over dual monitors, their typing creating a rhythmic white noise. Finally, we reached a heavy, soundproofed door. Gabriel opened it, ushering me into an office space.
It was exquisite.The minimalist style screamed Eric’s influence—everything was a monochrome palette of black, charcoal grey, and deep walnut browns. It felt like stepping into a black-and-white movie.
“You stay here, ma’am. Sir is in a meeting right now,” Gabriel said, his voice softening. I think he saw the tens
