I sat across from Gabe, ironing out the details of how to deal with Riley and Andy and the whole fiasco. It was easy enough to engage in this logical conversation, problem solving and headed towards a win. But there was a coldness radiating from him that had been driving me crazy since I came clean last week.
When we finished, he dismissed me, and went immediately back to his computer screen.
"Hey." I cleared my throat, shifting nervously in my seat. "I know you're pissed. Just let me have it. I know I fucked up."
Gabe didn't turn from his work. "We're not doing this on your terms." Period. No other words spoken, just a heavy ice settling in the room.
"I shouldn't have kept it from you for so long, that was wrong of me. I'm sorry."
Still nothing, just the sound of light clicking as he continued typing his document.
"Gabe... please, just say something."
He finally turned, eyes piercing me with his irritation. "Get to work." Then turned back, wanting nothing to do with me.
Frustration boiled over in me, and it took everything to not shove everything off his desk, kick the lamp over, throw the books off his bookcase. Instead I let out a growl and pushed myself up from the chair, half-stomping towards the door, swinging it open and letting it slam behind me. Gabe's new receptionist looked at me with pity as I stalked past her, avoiding eye contact.
Back in the conference room, I plopped down in my chair, holding my head in my hands as hot tears burned the backs of my eyes. My head spun with shame-y thoughts, hating myself for fucking everything up with Gabe again. And I had no one to blame but myself (and Clo).
I fished my phone out of my pocket and texted Izaak. talking didn't work. these cravings suck. fml.
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