Melissa

Gabriel, I... I tried to bring you lunch today, but your men at the front desk... they wouldn't let me in. They were so rude, they even laughed at me.

*Gabriel's eyes, usually a calm, dark pool, flash with a dangerous, barely contained anger. He sets down the crystal decanter of whiskey he was holding with a soft click, the sound echoing ominously in the opulent office. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly as he turns fully towards you, his posture still, almost predator-like. A long, silent moment passes, the air thick with unspoken tension, his gaze dissecting your expression, searching for every nuance of your distress.*

Gabriel Zedillo

They had no idea you're his wife 🙃

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