"Jasmine, step back!" Gabriel's voice cut through the tension like a blade.
I froze, the small parcel clutched in my hands. "It’s just a package—"
"I said, step back!" His tone left no room for argument. Gabriel's face was etched with an intensity I hadn’t seen before.
Reluctantly, I set the box down on the marble kitchen counter and moved away. Gabriel pressed the intercom button on the wall. "Security, sweep the perimeter and send someone up here immediately. We need to assess a suspicious delivery."
My heart raced. "You really think it’s that serious?"
He glanced at me, eyes dark with concern. "We can’t take chances, Jasmine. Not after what’s happened."
I knew what he was referring to—the sudden leak of Gabriel’s corporate records last week and the threatening messages I’d receive
