𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘼𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙎𝘼𝙉𝙏 | 𝙅.𝘽.

8.

Third Person Pov:

Gabrielle had awake from her slumber in Immediate panic.

"Oh. Fuck." She yawned, her eyes widening as she examined the mess of paper that was sprawled out across her bed. Gabrielle then came to the realization that the work that she was supposed to complete yesterday wasn't done.

"Fuck." She cursed under her breath as she grabbed the phone that lay beside her and took a glimpse at her phone screen to see that she had also slept through both of the alarms that she had set for work.

She sighed tiredly stumbling out of bed and heading to the bathroom to complete her daily routine in hopes of getting herself to work on time without Mr. Bieber noticing that she was late again.

-
Justin's eyes had finally adjusted to the sunlight that peaked through his sheer white curtain as he sat quietly in his bed reflecting on things he had to complete today at the office.

He had a meeting again today to discuss plans for a new investment project with another company.

"Good Morning Justin!" Maria smiled as she enter the room with a tray that a mug sitting on top of warm freshly brewed coffee.

The strong aroma tickled Justin's nose as he immediately took the tray from her.

"Thank you." He smiled. Taking a sip from the mug, he grabbed the phone from the bedside table and immediately checked his emails for anything new.

"Fuck." He cursed up his breath as he clicked on the first email that was plastered at the top of his inbox.

"Dear Justin..." The subject line read.

"How are you son? Haven't heard from you in a while just checking to see how you are. Your father and I and the twins haven't seen you in what feels like forever.

We would love to come and see you. Even if it's just for a few days...

I hope that if you are reading this you can finally forgive yourself, my son.

From yours truly,
Mom.

Justin sighed immediately looking at the email and sighed graciously.

He hadn't seen his family in 10 years and the thought of seeing them again made his stomach turn especially when he thought about seeing his father again.

"Justin you're going to be late!" Maria yelled down the hall.

He glossed over the email once again and immediately started getting ready for another day of work.

-

Gabrielle finally made it to the front doors of Bieber Cooperation with a stack of manilla folders held tightly to her chest and a coffee cup in her other hand determined to get to her office desk before anyone could notice that she was late.

Today was another day at work and she was quite nervous about discussing the paperwork that she didn't complete with her boss.

Maybe watching Girlfriends for the fifth time in a row and drinking a bottle of red wine while looking over and editing paperwork until 4 A.M. for your job wasn't such a good idea.

Gabrielle was definitely still struggling to get everything under control. It had only been a month since she started working at this establishment and it started to feel too much like the job she tried to escape from six months ago.

She made it towards the elevator and immediately found herself on her floor to her office.

"Good morning, Ms. Montell." Mr. Bieber had already appeared in her office. Her eyes widen in immediate panic as heels slid again the marble floor.

"Morning Mr. Bieber." She said glancing over at her untidy desk from yesterday and place the manila folders upon her desk as well as her office keys a purse.

"I see you have the paperwork that I assigned to you yesterday." He glanced over at desk. He could tell by her frantic expression that she wasn't quite finished.

However, Mr. Bieber wasn't here to scold her. He was here to ask her for help in which he desperately needed.

"I will need you to work overtime this weekend are you available?"

"Yes." She replied with a slight surprise that he wasn't ready to fire her yet."

"Well I need for this weekend. I have some family business that I need to attend and I will need you for assistance."

"-Oh okay," She replied with ease and wasn't expecting anything more or less how hard could it be with a few extra work hours.

"Is there anything else you need me to complete for today?" She gave a slightly warm smile.

"Yes., pick up my dry cleaner at 5th W. Elm St. I need it for the weekend." He said making his way toward the door to his own office.

Silence soon filled Gabrielle's office space and she was left with nothing but herself and the paperwork that she desperately needed to complete.