Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 196: What If She Gave Him A Second Chance

Gabriel's POV

"Tems, let her in."

I spoke into the intercom, then cut the line.

Seconds later, my office door creaked open-and there she was.

Nicole strutted in like she was performing on a runway, hips swaying with exaggerated confidence. It was almost laughable. I half expected her knees to buckle under the weight of her own theatrics.

She halted at the edge of my desk, leaning forward just enough to shove her cleavage into view. Her lips curled into that smug little smirk she always wore― like she thought she had leverage, like she believed she still mattered.

"Mr. Storm," she purred. "You sent for me. I was surprised... but pleasantly so. Especially after how our last little encounter ended.” Her smile stretched wider. She twirled a strand of hair around her finger, eyes glittering with suggestion. "Then again, you know how useful I can be, sir. So I'm glad you've come around."

God, she was exhausting.

The sound of her voice grated-like nails dragging against glass. She always spoke too much, and somehow always managed to say the wrong thing.

She kept going, licking her lips before each sentence like she was still starring in some performance the world cared to watch. If anything, it only deepened my disgust.

I lifted a hand, palm out. "That's enough."

A slight crease formed between her brows-maybe disbelief. Whatever it was, I liked it. She'd expected warmth, maybe even a smile. What she got was ice. Exactly what she deserved.

"Get off your high horse, Nicole. This isn't the time for theatrics—or whatever fantasy you've cooked up in that conniving little head of yours."

She frowned and folded her arms, clearly annoyed that her fake charm had failed.

"I asked to see you," I continued, “because of that last meeting—and because there have been some changes at the company."

Her brow lifted, curiosity flashing in her eyes.

"What kind of changes?"

I leaned back in my chair, fingers clasped tightly. "You'll see soon enough. Adrian is now working at the company."

She burst out laughing-loud and mocking, like she'd just overheard a joke in a boardroom.

"Adrian? Working here?" she scoffed. "That's rich. He hates this place. I mean, he literally-"

"Nicole," I cut in, flat. "I don't tell jokes. And if I did, you'd be the last person I'd tell one to."

That wiped the amusement from her face.

I stood slowly and walked around the desk, my eyes locked on hers, reading every flicker of reaction.

"Now, let's get to why I called you."

She stiffened.

"You're going to forget those pictures you showed me. In fact, you'll forget our last meeting ever happened. You'll forget there was ever a moment when you thought

it was smart to show up in my office and try to manipulate me."

She squared her shoulders, challenging me. "And if I don't?"

I stepped in closer, towering over her now. My chest squared, my height filling the space between us, pressing in with quiet force. Her pupils shrank, her eyes darting around-like she was searching for someone to save her.

But the office was silent. Empty. Just the two of us. And in that stillness, she realized-whatever power she thought she wielded crumbled beneath the weight

of mine.

break you. That's a

voice trembling. "You... can't do...

or me reaches my son, if you so much as whisper your assumptions anywhere

trembling now. "Mr. Storm, this

"I just did."

starting to shake-fear creeping in where arrogance used to be. Good. She was folding. And

going to be, Nicole?" I tilted my head slightly. "Now's a good time to show how smart you really

before she finally spoke. "You've left me with no

smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. "Good. You

the desk for

you're not allowed to talk about me, Clairessa, my son—or anything, real or imagined, related to our personal lives. Not to anyone.

pages quickly, scanning—until she found the clause about the

"Two hundred thousand dollars if

mouth shut and do the job you're paid to do. Do you want to keep your job or not? Do you want to stay relevant at

rolled her eyes and muttered,

she took it and signed the contract. I

glance, I took the contract back and slid it into the folder. "Good. Now that we've cleared that up," I said

your girlf-" She caught herself, lips twitching."—that Clairessa was

forced a tight smile. "I didn't expect you'd want

Randolph himself earlier than planned. Clairessa and her team are already on track,

you to

for something that actually benefits this

her eyes, clearly insulted. I

are not there to challenge

You will

her forehead, teeth sinking lightly into her bottom lip as if holding herself

4.13

better of it.

wise decision on her

follow her instructions like the obedient little employee you're supposed to be." My voice was

a second, shoulders rigid, then gave a stiff

making sure my tone left no room for argument. "If I hear a single

trouble from your direction-I will make things very, very difficult for

pulled tight, like she was biting back resentment.

get

the kind that barely reached her eyes-defeated, empty then turned

than when

Just... humbled.

reason,

she left, her presence faded-like she and her drama no longer

Clairessa. And the

her-

that wasn't in

handled the pitch and succeeded, the agreement would

was exactly

why I assigned Nicole to the

there.

had to stay on track. It had to finish

thought of failure-of Adrian slipping, of the agreement dragging

-filled me with dread.

it to end. For

have to stay close to him

it anymore. Watching them day after day, pretending I didn't see what was right in front of