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Business as Usual. Gabe X reader.

You were angry. Really angry.
You had been working at your current job for about ten years. You had given 110 percent in everything you do and had only taken two sick days in all your time there. Everyone agreed that you were the hardest worker there. You hadn't been on a date in three years because you were too focused on work. Then when there was a promotion opportunity that all your coworkers thought you would get they gave it to some no name newbie. You were absolutely furious and currently stomping toward the copying machine in your four inch cherry red high heels that matched your red belt around your black skirt and white blouse along with your shiny red lipstick.
"Hey (y/n)." Your best friend and coworker of six years said to you as you slammed the copying machine lid down and crossed your arms sighing loudly in a mad manner. "You still upset?"
You shoot Ken a glare and turn away.
"It's not that bad."
"Not that bad?"
"Oh no."
"Not that bad?" You repet. "They gave the position I should have to some idiot off the street. Because I've been so focused on this stupid job I haven't had time to even go on a date in years! Not that bad?! I could be happily married with a baby living on some tropical island miles from here eating grapes on the beach! Not. That. Bad!" You grab your papers and huff back to your desk, stray hairs swishing wildly back and fourth.
As soon as you sit down your desk phone rings. "Oh come on. I can't ever catch a break! Hello?" You answer the phone grumpily.
"(Y/n)? This is Gabriel DeMarco. Could you please come to my office in five minutes?"
You couldn't believe it. That was the scumbag who stole your job. "Of course Mr. DeMarco. I'll be right there." You say in a sugary sweet tone and then gently place the phone down. Quickly you look in your phone to make sure your makeup isn't smeared and then stand up and gracefully make your way to the office of the evil man.
Knocking on the wooden door you take a deep breath. You can do this.
"Ah (y/n) (y/l/n). So glad you could make it. Please sit down." A tall man with whiskey eyes, slight stubble, and beautiful brown hair answers the door and points to the chair across the desk. You smile sweetly, plotting murder in your mind and walk over to sit down. Your skirt hikes up slightly when you sit and you smooth it out as you turn your attention to Gabriel who is now sitting across form you. You notice he is starring at your chest. You clear your throat, "You wanted to see me Mr. DeMarco?"
He brings his eyes up to your face and smiles in a way that makes you shift in your seat. "Yes, but please call me Gabriel, Gabe."
"Of course Gabriel Gabe."
He smirks, "Funny aren't you?"
"I try."
"Yes, and I see here that you also try at everything else. An excellent worker and employee. I wonder just how you made it so far?"
"I always do my best at everything."
"I see that..." his eyes trail down to your chest again. "And I wonder why you haven't been promoted higher yet?"
"It's because of dirty b*stards like you!" You quickly cover your mouth with your hand as your eyes go wide. "I'm Soooo sorry Mr. DeMarco! I-"
"It's Gabe." He cuts you off.
"What?"
"Call me Gabe."

"I'm uh..."

"Sorry? You don't have to be sorry."

"But I just-"

"Anyway I called you here for a reason," he cuts you off. "I'm leaving and they are giving you my position." You stare at him blankly. "I just thought you should know. You really deserve it." He smiles at you and your heart melts in your chest. You jump up and quickly pull him into a kiss then pull away.

 "Thank you!" Then you realize what you had just done. "I'm really very sorry Gabe."

HE smirks at you and pulls you close to him by your waist. "You defiantly don't have to be sorry about that." I smirk back at him and slowly kiss him again. He keeps trying to be rougher, but you just go slow and gently rub against him. Then quickly pull back and open the door. You throw a piece of paper on the floor and then leave calling over your shoulder, "Look down dumbass."

The piece of paper had your cell phone number on it.

((So... I had an awesome idea for this chapter, but totally forgot it halfway through it. I'm sorry if it seems weak. Thanks for reading:) ~Author.))