11. Don't feel special

I try to stop Gabriel, but he's so much stronger than me and my pulling doesn't seem to faze him. Instead, he's pulling me along with him.

"Gabriel!" I try to plead with him.

"Mr. Hernsburg." He corrects unfailingly, not even pausing in his steps to look at me.

When he enters the elevator, I follow suit. I thought I was stubborn until I met this man who seems to always have his way. "Why are you doing this?"

He gives me a side glance. "You don't even know what I'm doing."

I pause as he turns to look straight ahead. He's right. I don't know what he's about to do, but I know it won't help my reputation. I open my mouth to keep protesting but shut it back when I realize that my attempts will be futile.

Instead, I take a minute to appreciate his side profile. His nose looks pointier and his jawline looks sharper, but maybe, that's just because he's quite angry.

I don't realize we've reached the fifteenth floor until I hear the ping of the elevator stopping. There's chatter on the other si