Gabriel's POV
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"Young man, you don't walk out on me while I'm talking to you." Ms. Ophelia...my aunt spoke to me angrily.
Already fed up with her following and yelling at me like she was going to bring the whole mansion down, I dropped on the couch, one leg crossed over the other.
"Why would you lock up the premises without making sure every office was checked?" She posed the question to me.
"There was no need for that. My employees are always active, and once it's closing time, they leave on their own. That's if they're done with their tasks for the day." I responded without stressing my words.
"I've just been informed that Amber was locked in the premises. How on earth did that even happen?" She looked me straight in the eye, and just when I wouldn't respond, she spoke up ag
