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She nodded. "Thank you," she repeated and stepped out into the foyer to call Audrey.
"Audrey Bourgeois, who is this?"
"Gabriel Agreste's executive–" Nathalie began.
"Oh, you!" Audrey growled.
Nathalie braced herself.
She nodded. "Thank you," she repeated and stepped out into the foyer to call Audrey.
"Audrey Bourgeois, who is this?"
"Gabriel Agreste's executive–" Nathalie began.
"Oh, you!" Audrey growled.
Nathalie braced herself.
He looked around for Audry's phone number, knowing he had written it down somewhere but now not being able to find it.
Audrey lit into Nathalie aggressively.
"Completely, utterly rediculous! YOU were the one to convince him to not attend my party, weren't you?!"
"No, Mrs. Bourgeios, I–"
"You think that you have that authority?!"
"No–"
"Put Gabriel on the phone," Audrey demanded.
"He's busy," Nathalie stated.
"Doing what?"
"None of your concern."
He heard yelling from the hall and sighed, of course, she took the number.
What Audrey said next shook Nathalie to the core: "You know… Gabriel is extremely talented. I don't see how he could be happy with someone like you."
Nathalie didn't respond. She cupped a hand slowly over her mouth, trying not to break down on the phone with Gabriel in earshot. She doesn't mean it… No, she does. That's the problem. You just need to figure out if it's true. Nonsense! Gabriel wouldn't…
"He doesn't love you, he just tolerates you. You'd better enjoy this attention while it lasts," Audrey finished before mercilessly hanging up the phone.
Nathalie was left standing alone in the foyer, where even her thoughts turned against her.
What if she's right…?
He walked out, when he heard silence at saw her face "Love are you ok?" he asked in concern, slowly taking the phone from her and setting it down on the table, while guiding her to a chair "what did she say?" he asked gently
Nathalie blinked rapidly as if shaking off a daze. "She… She wasn't exactly happy that you aren't coming to her party."
(Bump)
(ahh thought i answered sorry!)
He crouched down near her "She's never going to be happy after the incident at the show, zi can accept that, what i'm questioning is why are you upset?"
(You're good!)
"I'm not," she said quietly.
"you are, and don't try to tell me otherwise"
She lowered her gaze shamefully. Reluctantly, she spoke again. "She said that she doesn't understand how you could be happy with someone like me. She said that you don't love me, you just tolerate me. She told me to enjoy the attention while it lasts."
He took a step back in surprise, and then composed himself "do you think that's true?" He asked quietly
"I… I imagine not," she answered.
"good, cus it's not." He looked her in the eyes "I've had a lot of time to think about the people that I want in my life, the ones I love and couldn't live without. I love you, and I will say it a million times until you are convinced a d then a million times more until you get sick of hearing it. Whether people believe what I know is true, is up to them, I don't care." He gave her a slight smile and walked off o his study to give her time to think
She released a breath and stood up. "I will never get sick of you telling me you love me," she murmured quietly before following him.
"And I will never get tired of telling you"
Her eyes widened. She hadn't meant for him to hear that. "Do you need anything?"
He smiled "no, I'm good."
"Are you sure?"
he nodded "I mean I wouldn't mind your company again, but other than that. no, I don't need anything else."
She nodded and went over to her desk. She turned on her monitor and opened her desk drawer. She paused for a moment and covered her mouth to hide her smile at something she saw.
"what?" he looked up smiling
"I… haven't opened this drawer in a while. I forgot what was inside," she replied softly.
"and whats inside it?"
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