Clo pushed open the conference room door. "You've been hard at work all evening."
I peeked up from my laptop and stretched a little, glancing outside. The sky was dark blue now, almost black. It must be late. "Getting back into my flow has been nice." Straightening up in my seat I asked, "Can I help you with something?"
"Oh... um, well, Mr. Specter was saying that you were supposed to have met him ten minutes ago and sent me to find you..."
"Fuck... our meeting..." I jumped out of my seat and bolted towards the door. "Thanks!" I said hastily and jogged to Gabe's office.
He was sitting behind his desk, yellow light from his lamp giving an eerie look to his face. "You're late." He stood in a rush, bumping his chair back and buttoning his suit jacket. "Are you going to take this job seriously?" he asked, coming towards me.
"I'm late because I was taking this job seriously." I slapped a stack of folders on his desk. "Finished all these."
He cocked an eyebrow. "And the Mr. Winters case?"
"What about it?"
"Is it done?"
"That's gonna take a little longer than a few hours, Mr. Specter."
He gave me an incredulous look and opened up the first folder, flipping through, then the second and third before flopping them back on his desk. Satisfied, he beckoned me to sit and I did so. My ass was still tender but I kept a straight face, determined not to see the pain it caused me. He came around to the front of me and leaned back, half sitting on his desk.
The silence was starting to kill me, anxiety spreading through my body so that my leg wouldn't sit still. "Can I help you with somethin'?"
A smirk spread across Gabe's face. "Why are you nervous?"
"Why are you grillin' me?"
"Oh, I haven't started the grilling yet."
x-x-argh not into this either-x-x
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