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Felix rolls his eyes and grins. “C’mon, Fumi. It’s not like we’re up in the break room in the middle of lunch. It’s almost nine at night, and we’re in fucking Siberia. Do the voice!”
“Mis-ter Ro-bot-o! Mis-ter Ro-bot-o!” Cassidy chants, drumming her fists on the table.
Finally, I relent, sighing. “Okay, okay!”
They both grin in anticipation as I clear my throat.
“I. Am. Mr. Roboto,” I drone in a mechanical monotone. “I. Am. A. Legal. Ma-chine. Do. Your. Job. Or. You. Will. Be. Ter-min-ate?—”
I stop when I see the cold, pale expressions on both of their faces and the horrified looks in their eyes—eyes which are no longer looking at me, but rather past me.
Oh shit.
I feel the cold sensation dragging up my spine even before I turn around. And when I do, pure dread pools in my stomach as my eyes drag up to his gorgeous, stoic face.
Fuck. Me.
Gabriel looks at me coolly, his chiseled jaw set tight and his perfect lips unsmiling. His eyes, hazel-green flecked with gold, shimmer in the overhead lights of the sub-basement as they focus sharply on me. His usual uniform of an expertly tailored Tom Ford suit hugs his broad shoulders, firm chest, and strong biceps.
The whole basement falls silent. I swallow thickly.
“Mr. Black.”
“Ms. Yamaguchi.”
His voice is like velvet and whiskey—somehow both rough at the edges and exquisitely polished all at the same time. It’s a voice that signifies power and prestige—a voice that commands a room without once being raised.
“We’re just…” I swallow again. “Scanning for discrepancies in Ms. Marshall’s deposition.”
He doesn’t vocally respond. He just dips his strong chin slightly in acknowledgment.
“So far, we…” I try again. “So far, so…”
I trail off.
“Good?” he murmurs.
I nod.
“Excellent,” he growls quietly. “Stick with it. If there’s something in there, Sorenson and his team will find it. So make sure we find it first, so we’re not caught with our pants down.”
“Yes sir, Mr. Black,” Felix blurts, a forced cockiness in his voice that shows, badly. “We’re on it.”
Gabriel ignores him, his eyes still hooked into mine.
“I’m heading out. But call me if you find anything.”
The three of us nod mutely. Gabriel lets his eyes settle on me another second or two. Then he’s turning on his heel and walking with a casual and yet commanding stride back to the elevator none of us heard a minute ago.
It’s not until the doors close with a ding that all three of us exhale.
“Unspeakable things,” Cassidy sighs.
Three hours later, we’re finally breathing fresh air as we step out onto Madison Avenue.
Cassidy rubs her eyes and cracks her neck. “Well done, team,” she sighs. “Now, I’m going to go home and crash so hard. Night, y’all.”
Felix and I say goodnight to her as she hails a cab and slides into the back seat. I’m not surprised when Felix turns to me with what I’m sure he thinks is a suave and mysterious expression on his face.
