Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151

“Why are you even looking for a job?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the shock of seeing Elise standing there in the doorway of my temporary office.

Annie, instantly picking up on the tension in the air, stood up quiely from the chair she’d been sitting in.

“I’ll… go grab some coffee,” she said. But as she passed behind my chair, she murmured low enough for only me to hear, “And alert hotel security.”

Elise watched her leave with a smug, predatory smile, like a cat waching a mouse scurry away.

“It’s cute, you playing at public relations, Zoey,” she said, slowly walking closer to the desk and eyeing the neatly arranged résumés as if they were trash. “But you’ll never come close to what I built with Elite PR over the years.”

“Which must be exactly why Elite got cut from Kensington,” I replied, trying to sound far more confident than I actually felt.

Elise let out a sharp laugh-cold, calculated, and chilling enough to make my skin prickle.

“And I’m guessing that’s entirely your fault, isn’t it?” she taunted, leaning over the desk in a way that felt invasive. “You probably nagged Christian day and night until he finally gave in and let you play businesswoman for a while. I mean, Kensington has more than enough money to pay for real crisis control once you inevitably destroy everything with your incompetence. And you know who they’ll call, desperate, when that happens? Elite.”

I felt my irritation flare dangerously but forced myself to stay calm and composed.

“You’ve got a lot of arrogance for someone who didn’t manage to do a single decent job for Kensington the entire time you worked there.”

“That’s an outrageous lie!” Elise snapped, her carefully maintained mask of control slipping for the first time. “Then tell me, Zoey-why exactly was Elite terminated? What did you do to sabotage me?”

“I understand you’re frustrated about losing your biggest client,” said carefully, keeping my tone neutral, “but I didn’t do anything.”

“Don’t give me that crap!” Elise shot back, her voice sharp and shaking with barely contained rage. “I want to know exactly what happened every single detail!”

That was when it hit me with crystal clarity. The way she was pressing so relentlessly, the urgency in her voice, the thinly veiled desperation behind her arrogance-it wasn’t about losing the account. It wasn’t professional humiliation. It was about information. Elise wasn’t here to argue over her career; she was here to find out what we knew about her involvement in the attempt on Christian’s life and the criminal theft of Kensington’s intellectual property.

She was desperate to know whether she’d been cut because we’d discovered the truth-or if Christian had simply done it at my personal request.

She wanted answers. And there was no way in hell I was giving them to her.

“Elise,” I said carefully, shifting the focus, “you really are delusional if you honestly thought you could keep working for Kensington after betraying me with Alex and doing everything you did to me over the years.”

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