Gabriel bows and then takes a seat back at his table. He kisses the trophy as the photographers snap away. This win will be headlining tomorrow's news stories across the country.
Fury and silence sweep around our table. Nobody says a word.
I stare at him across the room and want to wipe that sleazy smile off his gorgeous face.
And I will.
Prepare yourself, Mr. Gabriel Ferrara. I'm taking you down.
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I gasp for breath as I watch Elias lap me in Central Park. It's six o'clock, and the sun is just rising. He's running particularly fast today . . . and I'm letting him.
I get it now; his responsibility is not something he can just switch off at the end of the day. I feel it for him too now. Last night, however infuriating it was, taught me a valuable lesson on his competitors.
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