Chapter 66: The Unfinished Conversation
Chapter 66: The Unfinished Conversation
Diane exhaled deeply, staring at her phone as Gabriel’s ssage shone on the screen.
Sothing about the urgency in his words unsettled her.
She drumd her fingers against the desk, debating whether she should reply now or make him wait.
But before she could decide, another ssage popped up.
-Gabriel: If you do one more thing like that, you and I are going to have a real problem, Diane.-
Diane smirked. So he’s mad.
She clicked her nails against the desk, deciding she’d rather see his frustration in person than through a screen.
With that, she grabbed her coat and keys and headed out.
By the ti she arrived at Gabriel’s office, the atmosphere felt like there was an electric dust in the air.
His assistant barely had ti to acknowledge her before Diane pushed through the doors.
Gabriel was standing near his desk, his back to her, staring out the window as if trying to compose himself.
The mont she closed the door behind her, he turned imdiately.
"You don’t listen, do you?" Gabriel’s voice was calm, too calm.
It sent a shiver down her spine.
Diane raised an eyebrow, tossing her coat over the chair.
"I don’t take orders, if that’s what you an."
"Threatening Isla’s son in broad daylight? What exactly was your plan there?"
Diane crossed her arms.
"To remind him that actions have consequences."
Gabriel walked toward her, moving his head to the sides.
"And what do you think Isla is going to do now?"
"Whatever she wants. I don’t care."
Gabriel exhaled loudly, shaking his head. "You’re playing a dangerous ga."
Diane smirked. "So are you."
There was a long and paused silence between them before Gabriel spoke again, sounding softer this ti.
"I need to know that you won’t be reckless."
Diane took a step closer. "I’m calculated, not reckless."
Gabriel watched her face closely, without saying a single word.
Then, he reached for her wrist and pulled her closer.
"You don’t realise how many enemies you have now," he murmured, his hold was stronger but not painful.
"Isla isn’t just so spoiled woman. She’s been planning sothing for a long ti."
Diane lifted her head a little bit. "And you know this because?"
Gabriel’s smirk returned.
"Because I know her better than she knows herself."
Diane searched his face for a mont before exhaling, pulling her wrist free.
"Then tell
what I don’t know."
Gabriel hesitated, then nodded toward the chair. "Sit."
Diane sighed but complied, folding her legs as she watched him.
Gabriel poured himself a drink, swirling the liquid before speaking.
"Isla’s husband, Martin, is falling apart. The business deals he had with my father’s company are crumbling, and he’s scrambling for an out. And guess who he’s been seen with?"
Diane didn’t have to guess. "Rachel."
Gabriel nodded.
"Rachel is using Martin for money, and Isla knows. But instead of being angry at him, she’s angry at you."
Diane smirked. "Of course, she is."
Gabriel leaned forward.
"This isn’t a joke, Diane. Isla is dangerous because she’s reckless."
Diane tapped her nails against the chair’s armrest.
"So what do you suggest?"
"For once, let
handle things."
Diane let out a soft laugh. "And what makes you think I’d do that?"
"Because, darling, I know how much you love a good ga. And this ti... I’m going to make sure we both win."
Diane held herself, feeling the heat between them shift and move in circles.
Then, with a slow smile, she stood. "Fine. But if you fail, Gabriel..."
Gabriel lifted his chin, waiting.
"I’ll clean up your ss."
With that, she turned and walked out, leaving Gabriel smirking in her wake.
This was far from over.l
Diane barely made it back to her office before she found Riot lounging on her couch, feet up on the coffee table like he owned the place.
"Boss," Riot greeted, smirking. "Miss ?"
Diane rolled her eyes, tossing her coat onto her chair.
"You’re supposed to be taking the day off."
Riot shrugged. "What can I say? I got bored."
She sat down at her desk, rubbing her temples.
"Then go do sothing useful."
Riot chuckled. "Like spying on Isla?"
"You’ve already been keeping tabs?"
Riot grinned. "You know . I like to stay ahead of the ga."
"And?"
"She’s restless. Martin seems like a ss, Rachel is doing her nonsense, and she knows she’s running out of ti." Riot’s smirk faded just a little.
"She’s going to do sothing soon."
Diane nodded. "Then we need to be ready."
Riot stretched, standing up. "You’re not worried, are you?"
Diane smirked. "Not even a little."
Riot ford a smile. "That’s my boss."
As he walked toward the door, Diane called out.
"Take tomorrow off, too. I have a feeling things are going to get interesting."
Riot winked. "Can’t wait."
As the door closed behind him, Diane exhaled, her fingers drumd against the desk.
Sothing couldn’t leave her alone, sothing she thought she forgot.
"What could it be...what could it be...?" A thick flow was travelling through her chest, making her nervous.
She got rid of Richard, well, Gabriel did so. She was keeping an eye on Rachel, Isla and Martin.
"Evelyn and Adrian..." Diane gulped.
These two were the last people she saw before dying. These two were the biggest schers to ever exist.
She knew they were already together, but didn’t know how much they trusted each other.
When Diane planted that doubt for Richard’s trust towards Adrian, that’s when he beca clumsy.
What if I’ll do the sa with Adrian? Make him think that Evelyn isn’t a trust-worthy one...’
She looked at her computer, "but how...?"
Diane didn’t want to involve Gabriel and Leon imdiately. This one was very personal to her, so personal that she was ready to go to jail if needed.
Wanting to keep them next to her, making them think she was going to fall.
Diane looked at the calendar, -September 7th.-
’The friendly competition?!’
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