I walked downstairs with my backpack over my shoulder.
"You're wearing that to the office?" Fallon asked.
"Dad hired a college student to help run his company. So he's going to have to realise that I have college and I have to work around that." I said. Fallon laughed.
"I'll take a blazer to keep in the office for you." Fallon said.
"Thank you." I said throwing a bottle of water in my bag before grabbing a cup of iced coffee and a croissant. I walked into the foyer.
"You're wearing that?" Dad asked.
"I have college until lunch so bare with me." I said.
"Gabbie, keys." Fallon yelled throwing them at me. I caught them.
"Ah football is a blessing." I said before walking out of the door. I sat in my engineering seminars and then left at lunch to drive to CA. As I walked out of the elevator I was met by a man.
"Uh who are you?" I asked.
"You're temp assistant Connor." The guy said.
"I don't have an assistant. I assume you're Fallon's temp." I said walking to Fallon and I's shared office. I walked in to be met by Culhane, Austin and Fallon.
"What are you doing here?" Culhane asked me.
"My dad's a tight ass and won't give me my own office." I said. "Apparently he won't even give me a desk."
"I will get you a desk for now work from the table." Fallon said. I sat down and pulled my laptop out. Culhane and Austin left but not before Austin leaned over me and smirked.
"I like this top, you should wear it more often." Austin whispered into my ear.
"Why cause you can see my clevage?" I smirked.
"We can hear you." Culhane said. Austin cupped my face and kissed me longer than he needed to. He pulled away and smirked as he walked out of the office. Culhane looked at him then me and walked after his brother.
"Do not have sex in our office." Fallon said. "Now come on." Fallon said walking out. I followed her to Dad's office where he was having his annual portrait painted.
"Sorry to interrupt your National Gallery moment, but I need you to authorise a check for 100 million to build a new wing for the Northend Memorial Hospital in Clarke County." Fallon said. Dad pulled a face.
"Capture the thing that happened to his eyes, that's his essence." I said.
"Mind telling me why we would do that?" Dad asked.
"When we say Clarke County, get out your check book. Name it after Culhane's father." I said.
"Absolutely not. That's admission of guilt." Dad said.
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Gabrielle Carrington
Teen FictionYoungest heir to the Carrington dynasty, Gabrielle Carrington is back this time for good.