Page 31 of The Con Artist


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“A couple of years. I used to work for his father, and after he passed away, Gabriel hired me to work for him.”

“Oh. So you’ve known him for a long time?”

“Since he was ten years old.” She smiled.

“Then you must know him well. Does he normally kidnap women and keep them hostage in his house?”

She let out a light laugh. “No, sweetie, you’re the first.”

“Aren’t I the lucky one.” I sipped my coffee.

“Gabriel tells me you’re a con artist.”

“I prefer the term ‘entrepreneur.’” I smirked. “You don’t by any chance have about thirty grand you can lend me so I can get out of here, do you?”

“I wish.” She placed the French toast on a plate, topped it with strawberries and whipped cream, and set it down in front of me. “Gabriel is a good man, Kate, and he didn’t deserve to be ripped off.”

And here came the judging.

“If he’s so great, why is he still single?” I arched my brow at her.

“He’s a very busy man and relationships aren’t his top priority right now. He just ended a six-month relationship.”

“Why?” I asked as I took a bite of my French toast.

“Greta wasn’t the right girl for him.”

“And who is the right girl for him?” I asked.

“Someone who is kind, truthful, selfless, and understanding of his work.” Her brow raised in an accusatory way at me.

“Listen, Grace. You don’t know anything about me or what I’ve been through, so stop with the judgey eyes.”

“Everybody has been through something, Kate. So stop playing the victim because the world dealt you a bad hand. What does your mother think? Or doesn’t she know exactly what you do?”

Wow. Was this woman serious? Who the hell did she think she was talking to me like that?

“I don’t and have never had a mother. She passed away the day after giving birth to me.”

The judgment in her eyes dissipated as she stared at me.

“I’m sorry. What about your father?”

“He’s not around.” I looked down as I placed my fork on the plate.

“So you’re all alone?” she asked as she took my empty plate.

“Basically.” I got up from my stool. “Thanks for the French toast,” I spoke as I walked away before she had a chance to ask any more questions or felt the need to berate me some more.

I distinctly remembered Gabriel telling me at the airport that he was single. Did he lie? Did he just say that so I’d let him fuck me? If that was the case, then he deserved to have his watch stolen. I needed to find out when he broke it off with that woman named Greta and why.

Chapter 15

Gabriel

Iwas sitting behind my desk on a phone call when my brother Caleb popped his head through the door. Waving my hand, I motioned for him to come in.

“Thanks, Brian. My design team will be in touch.”

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