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Rachel’s stomach was in knots as she walked into her law firm on Monday morning. She hadn’t seen or heard from Gabriel during the weekend (not that she was expecting to), but the incident that had happened in his office felt so surreal. A part of her had wanted it to be just a dream, but at the same time, she felt odd satisfaction, as if her disloyalty evened the score between her and Casey. Gabriel had verified her suspicions. She’d gone home last Friday evening, having full knowledge that the man she loved had cheated on her, and she’d been convinced that it wasn’t just a one night stand. It hurt knowing that after their two year relationship, Casey had been unfaithful. Rachel had finally managed to get the truth out of him on the weekend (or so she thought). It was a Saturday of Hell, and Sunday was even worse because she had to wake up realizing that she was literally in Hell. Casey had begged her to give him another chance. He had explained that he’d felt like they had grown distant because of her demanding work and school schedule. But Rachel felt that was no excuse for him to compulsively lie to her, break her heart, and break her trust. Even though Casey had confessed to sleeping with his secretary, she did not tell him about what had happened inside Gabriel’s office… on his desk. Of course, she felt a tad guilty, yet Rachel managed to convince herself that what she did with Gabriel was nowhere as bad as the body of lies that Casey had buried underneath the crumbling foundations of their relationship. You can’t stay with him for shallow reasons, her conscience spoke through the noise pollution in her head. Casey was an attractive man: tall, fit, blonde, brown eyes, addictive personality, and he loved to cuddle. There were lots of winning qualities about him that had made Rachel fall in love with him. But she feared that those amazing traits that he used to possess were either dying away, or were officially dead. Which means our relationship is doomed, Rachel sighed. She tried to put the upsetting ordeal out of her mind as the elevator reached her floor with a ding. Distracted with her iPhone, she wasn’t paying attention when she suddenly collided into a suited, hard chest. He was dressed in a dark, pinstripe suit… smelling of Gucci, Guilty. “Oh my God!” Rachel looked horrified. “Gabriel, I am so…” “You need to watch where you’re going,” he sternly said, pivoting around her to get inside the elevator. Hearing his words had brought on whiplash for Rachel. Gabriel’s demeanor, the way he spoke to her, the tone he used had sounded so contemptuous and mean. She didn’t bother looking back because she did not want to look into those hypnotic green eyes that only radiated nothing but irritation. Great way to start off my morning—pissing off the boss. Rachel sighed and walked through the busy floor until she reached her office. Case files would soon pile up on her desk, and it was going to be a very long day. ~oOo~  Gabriel tried to rip Rachel out of his thoughts as he sat inside the passenger seat of a moving Lincoln, driven by his chauffer, Albert. He’d just finished his meeting with a client and was headed back to the firm when he told his driver to change direction. “On second thought, drop me off at the Zimmerman firm, please, Albert.” “Yes, sir.” The white mustached man took a few short cuts to dodge impeding traffic, and soon he pulled şişli escort up to a curb, parking right across Gabriel’s destination. “Shall I wait for you?” “Yes. I won’t be too long.” He got out of the vehicle and looked up at the monstrous building. The October air was a little chillier than usual, but soon Gabriel was inside and taking the elevator up to the floor that led to Casey Levy’s office. He was now in enemy territory, and some of the associates were giving him dirty looks, not afraid to let Gabriel King know that he did not belong in their law firm. “Hyenas,” he muttered under his breath. Casey’s heated conversation could be heard as he approached his door. He’d been on the telephone for the past ten minutes, and his temper was splintering by the second. “I will personally sue your ass myself if I have to!” he bellowed. “Yeah? Well, fuck you very much!” Casey slammed the telephone down and looked up to find his former boss staring at him, hands hidden in his front pant pockets, leaning against the doorframe. “Bad timing?” Gabriel asked. “I can’t tell you how glad I am to see you right now.” He exhaled, loosening his tie. “Come in.” Gabriel looked over his shoulder at the glaring hyenas. “If looks could kill.” “That surprises you every time, Gabe.” Casey chuckled. “You already know that everyone hates you here. You walked in with a bulls-eye on your back.” “I dunno… I’m pretty confident I could win them over.” “So is that why you’re here? You and Victor have finally agreed on something… stealing our employees?” “I don’t see your name up on that wall yet, Levy. You sure you want to stay here? You could always return to the firm.” He was only teasing him, but in some way Gabriel was desperate to have his friend batting for the same team again. He’d decided that if Casey came back, the risk of engaging in an extremely inappropriate relationship with Rachel would virtually become nonexistent. Casey smirked at him. “Don’t even think about bribing me, bro.” “Me? Bribe you?” Gabriel grinned like the Cheshire cat. “Come on, Casey. I’m an upstanding guy, a man of the law…” “Yeah, yeah, I know your bag of tricks. You taught me them, remember?” “Not everything.” “Is that so?” “That is.” Gabriel walked around Casey’s office. It wasn’t as big as his own or as nice looking, but his old office couldn’t compete with this one. Zachary Zimmerman had sweetened Casey’s job offer in that sense. “So what’s it like working for Donald Trump’s long lost twin?” Gabriel joked, turning away from the window to look at the frustrated lawyer. “Donald Trump?” Casey raised his eyebrows, resisting a laugh. “Yeah, he’s always got that comb-over hairdo from hell going on.” Casey chuckled and Gabriel smiled amusingly. “I’m surprised you haven’t cracked a joke about it first.” “He’s my boss, Gabe. I’m not on a suicide mission here.” “You worked with me and we tag teamed Vic on a regular basis!” “I hope you mean that in a metaphorically heterosexual way,” Casey teased. Gabriel rolled his eyes. “It’s okay to admit that you have homoerotic fantasies about me. In fact, many men do. So really, I’m not surprised. Your secret’s safe with me.” He winked. Casey chortled, shaking his head. “Get off your high horse,” Gabe added. “You were always making fun of Vic.” “Yeah, because you were technically my boss, and if memory serves me well, you were the one mecidiyeköy escort who was constantly complaining about Victor, so I just joined you on the harassment to keep you in a better mood with me.” Now it was Casey’s turn to grin. “Well, whoop-dee-do. Remind me to bring you a plaque next time: Casey Levy-World Class Asshole.” “What crawled up your ass this morning? Did you not get laid last night? Ménage à trois gone awry?” Casey laughed, folding his hands behind his head. “Let me guess, she had a dick?” “Very funny. At least I am having threesomes.” “Enjoy it while you can, bro. I’m not missing out. I’ve got Rachel.” If she’s so important to you, then why’d you fuck around on her, you moron! Gabriel put the jokes aside and sat across his friend in a chair. “How are you two doing, by the way?” “Well, to be honest, my weekend was a shit storm. Somehow Rachel found out that I had slept with Karen. She threatened to walk out on me if I didn’t come clean… so I did.” “Shit.” “Yeah. I think it’s possible that Karen may have anonymously texted her to clue her in. I was worried she would do that when I told her that we can’t sleep together again.” “Has it happened again?” Casey grimaced. “No. I told you, it was a onetime thing,” he lied. “Casey, listen, if you’re not happy with Rachel then mayb—” “I’m not breaking up with her.” Casey loved Rachel, in his own twisted way. He was a sex addict who was in dire need of some counseling, but he wasn’t willing to admit that he had a problem. He wanted a wife, a family, the beautiful dream house and cars… including his whores. “I’m just saying,” Gabriel began, “sometimes it’s better to call it quits than to try and salvage something that is unsalvageable.” Casey looked annoyed. “Since when did you volunteer to be my therapist?” He folded his arms in his chest, defensively. “Don’t answer that—what are you doing here, anyway?” “I was in the neighborhood.” “So you decided to just drop in?” Casey snickered under his breath. “Come on, Gabe. What do you need?” “Why do you automatically assume that I want something from you? We’re friends, remember?” He smiled charismatically. “I’m Batman, you’re Robin.” The only response he got was an irritated eye roll. “What?” Gabriel reached for a mint on Casey’s desk. He unwrapped it and tossed it up, catching it in his mouth. “Okay, I guess Robin won’t do now that you’re working for the bad guys, which means that you’re officially…” He cocked his head to the side. “Two-Face.” “Please,” Casey scoffed. “Don’t insult me.” “All right, all right… The Riddler, then.” “If you’re going to peg me as the villain, at least do me the courtesy of labeling me as a real badass character like The Joker.” “Hmm, Jack Nicholson ‘Joker’ or Heath Ledger ‘Joker’?” “Ledger.” Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “I don’t see it. But okay. Maybe if you smear some lipstick and baby powder on your…” “Okay, enough.” Casey leaned back in his chair. “You hate coming here, and if Victor knew where you were he would…” “Have a calf in his office,” Gabriel sarcastically stated. “It’s bad enough that he thinks you’re conspiring against him.” “Don’t worry about Vic. I can handle him.” He stood up and reached into his pocket before sliding two tickets in front of his friend. “Opera tickets?” “A client gave them to me—take Rachel out tomorrow night. Chicks love that boring crap.” “I wish these were court-side seats to a Knicks game.” Casey examined the shiny tickets and then looked at Gabe. “Thanks, though. Rachel will love it. I’ll let her know they were from you.” “Uh, don’t do that.” Gabriel appeared uncomfortable. “That sort of defeats the purpose of my visit. If I’d wanted to give them to her, I would have saved myself the trouble of coming over here. You two are going through a hard time right now, do something nice for your girlfriend, buy her something nice—a necklace—and surprise her with the tickets.” “Thanks man.” “Don’t mention it.” He walked toward the door. “Oh and, Casey?” “Yeah?” “I may have the bigger office, bigger condo, bigger bank account… bigger cock…” “Shut up!” “… Hell, just bigger everything!” “Get to the point, Gabe.” He huffed. “But I envy you.” “Why’s that?” “You’ve got something that money can’t buy.” Casey took a moment to let his words sink in, smiling in understanding. “I know, and I’m never letting her go.”~oOo~  Rachel had spaced out as she photocopied some documents in the filing room. Her work day had been long and stressful, but five o’clock was soon approaching, and in no time she would be out of there. I am not going to stay in late like last Friday, she told herself. Throughout the afternoon, her interaction with Gabriel had been minimal. She’d gone to his office frequently to drop off some files and have him review some contracts, but his attitude toward her had been very cold and standoffish. It was as if nothing had happened between them. If Gabriel was strict and arrogant before, he was more so than ever. Rachel felt like he didn’t even want to tolerate her presence, let alone look at her. I never should have kissed him. Stupid, stupid Rachel. A sad little sigh escaped her lips as she finished photocopying and turned around. “Ahhh!” Papers went flying out of her hands. “Shoot, I’m sorry!” said Richard, reaching down to help his colleague pick up the papers. “I shouldn’t have sneaked up on you like that.” “It’s all right. I keep bumping into people today like a klutz.” She laughed nervously. Once all the papers were back in Rachel’s possession, Richard asked, “Red thong, or green thong?” She gave him the queerest look. “I beg your pardon?” Richard exhaled and lowered his voice. “I’m thinking about buying some lingerie to surprise Pedro for our two week anniversary.” Two week anniversary? Rachel giggled. At least he didn’t ask me what I’m wearing. Black lace panties from La Vie En Rose. “Um…” She tried to imagine her balding, overweight friend in women’s underwear. “Maybe I should just go with blue—to like—you know, make my eye color really pop.” Richard was not the most attractive man. In fact, he was the most unattractive suit on that entire floor (possibly entire firm). But he was open about his sexuality, and much to everyone’s surprise, his new boyfriend was an extremely hot, international runway model. “I know it’s silly to do a week to week anniversary thing,” Richard spoke with a hint of a lisp. “But life is so short. I mean, I could die of a heart attack tomorrow, or Pedro could OD on heroin and coke—not that he’s an addict! But he’s in the industry, so ya never know! You get what I’m saying, right?” “Oh yes!” Rachel nodded emphatically, desperate to finish the conversation and get out of there. “I just think it’s crucial to make the most of the time that we do have, ya know?” “Mhm, absolutely.” She kept nodding, looking seemingly invested in everything he had to say. Richard brushed his clean shaved chin with thumb and index.

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