Chapter 138
Chapter 138:
“You want to keep her close,” Harper surmised.
“I want to break her,” Skye corrected. “And I want to make sure she doesn’t have time to plot anything else p>
Two days later.
Seraphina walked into the lobby of Trinity Media. She wore her last clean suit—a white Chanel knockoff she’d bought years ago. She felt small. The lobby bustled with hip, energetic people carrying lattes and tablets. She used to be the one they looked at with envy. Now, she was nobody.
She met Manager Zoe near the elevators. Zoe was a sharp-featured woman with a clipboard and a permanent scowl.
“You the new gopher?” Zoe asked, not looking up.
Seraphina bristled. “I’m the PR intern p>
“Same thing,” Zoe snapped. She shoved a cardboard tray holding six coffees into Seraphina’s chest. “Take these to Conference Room B. Don’t spill them. And don’t speak unless spoken to p>
Seraphina gritted her teeth. “Yes… ma’am p>
She struggled to balance the tray as she navigated the busy corridor. Her arms ached. Her feet hurt in her heels.
Ping.
The elevator doors at the end of the hall opened. A hush fell over the floor.
Seraphina looked up.
Gabriel Ross stepped out. He was arguably the most famous actor in the country right now, his face plastered on every billboard. He wore sunglasses indoors and a leather jacket that cost more than Seraphina’s entire life.
But it wasn’t Gabriel that made Seraphina freeze. It was the woman walking beside him.
Skye Sterling.
Skye wore a stunning, structured blazer in deep navy, her hair cascading over her shoulders in perfect waves. She walked with a slight, almost imperceptible favor to her right leg, but her posture was so regal it looked less like an injury and more like a deliberate, measured cadence. She moved with a power that sucked the air out of the room.
𝗥е𝘢d𝖾r 𝗰𝗼𝗆mu𝘯𝗂t𝗒 𝘰𝘯 bе𝘭𝗇o𝘃е𝗹s.com
Seraphina dove behind a large potted fern, her heart hammering against her ribs. She watched through the leaves.
Gabriel leaned in, whispering something in Skye’s ear. Skye threw her head back and laughed—a genuine, bright sound Seraphina had never heard before.
Gabriel placed a hand on the small of Skye’s back. It was a familiar, intimate gesture. He guided her toward the conference room.
“Is that… Skye?” Seraphina whispered, her knuckles white as she gripped the coffee tray.
A nearby employee, a young girl with pink hair, sighed dreamily. “Yeah. That’s Ms. Sterling. She’s Gabriel’s… muse. They say she manages his private portfolio. He doesn’t make a move without her p>
Seraphina’s mind raced. Muse. Private portfolio.
Her twisted logic connected the dots instantly. Skye had left Liam. Skye was suddenly rich. Skye was with a famous actor.
“She’s sleeping with him,” Seraphina thought, a surge of vindictive glee rising in her chest. “That’s how she survives. She just traded one sugar daddy for another p>