"Elliot," Max said, lips twisting. He leaned back in his chair, hoping that after the ball and the Claymore Company meeting, he would have some free time. He was right; Damian was working him to the bone, and Elliot's stupidity only added a nice sprinkle of overwork on top.
Gabriel was quiet for a moment, then set down his cup with a soft clink. "Now that you mention it… I remember something."
Damian's gaze snapped to him, sharp. Gabriel didn't flinch.
"I spent more time at the office last year," Gabriel said slowly. "That's when I saw more of Elliot. He never asked questions or got too close in conversation, but he made himself visible. He insisted on doing small favors for me even when there was no reason."
Max let out a short breath through his nose. "Sounds like him."
