Monday - Richard's Office
Gabriel exhaled slowly as the meeting wrapped.
The room finally quieted after the hum of discussions, handshakes, and camera flashes.
He stepped into the hallway, files in hand, the faint echo of his shoes against polished marble trailing behind him.
Back in his office, he set the case down with a soft thud and sank into his chair, letting his fingers hover over his phone for a moment—half-expecting a message from Ethan, half-wishing for one.
A soft knock at the door broke his focus.
"Come in," he called, voice calm but tinged with exhaustion.
The door opened, and Mr. Richard stepped in, tailored suit impeccable, presence commanding yet measured.
He moved without haste, letting his gaze sweep over Gabriel with that quiet authority that always seemed to fill the room.
"Gabriel," Richard said, voice smooth, carrying the weight of years and expectation. "Mind if I take a moment?"
