Gabrielle’s POV
The morning had been unusually hectic, and as always, I was doing my best to keep up with the pace.
The office was buzzing with activity as Matthew called for a meeting with a few important investors.
We were in the conference room, the long oval table polished to a reflective shine, with sleek black leather chairs neatly arranged around it.
I had been asked to bring coffee for everyone, a task I knew well enough by now.
As I moved around the table, handing each person their cup of coffee with a polite smile, the atmosphere was tense.
Investors and coworkers alike whispered to each other in hushed voices. There was something about the air today—heavy, charged with expectations.
When I reached the last investor, a man who seemed a bit too sure of himself, I made the m
