When Jake Magno opens the door, his face turns white as sheet.
"Gabriel?" he mutters, disbelieving.
Gabriel Tan, who looks every inch like he'd just walked out of a board room meeting with his immaculate Armani suit and slicked back hair, says nothing. He stares at Jake, his eyes cold as metal.
Jake tries to grin, but it must have come out as a grimace. "G-Gabriel, I'm not sure about the reason for this visit—n-not that I don't like getting visited by my boss at an ungodly hour, but a little enlightenment would make a world of difference."
"Where is she?" Gabriel says. He steps into the threshold.
"What do you mean? Who's she?" Jake says.
"Jake," he says, turning to the man who's still trying to put on his pants. "Look at me. Make a long, hard, discerning look."
"How do you mean?"
"Look at me. Tell me what you see."
"I-I'm not sure what you're driving at…"
"When you look at me, do you see an idiot?"
"I, uhh…"
