"Why are you still here?"
He frowned, irritation dripping from every word.
"Was my post not clear enough for you?"
I set down the tablet and looked up at him.
"Did you forget something?"
"This is my apartment. The ten-thousand-dollar monthly rent? I'm the one paying it."
Giles's face flushed red.
He was a musician. Talented, sure, in a marginal sort of way, but broke. In the eleven months we'd been together, I'd covered the rent, picked up every dinner tab, and even bought him his guitar.
Giles cleared his throat, then jutted his chin out stubbornly.
"I won't need your money anymore. I'll pay for it myself!"
Lissa glanced at me with open disdain, then draped herself against Giles and cooed.
"Our Giles just signed with Gilbert Media. He's going to be huge. This little rent is nothing to him."
Gilbert Media.
My father's company.
If I hadn't put in a word with the department head, Giles wouldn't have gotten within a mile of that contract with his level of talent.
And now, before the man had even made it to shore, he was already hacking apart the boat that carried him?
Interesting. Truly interesting.
I kept my expression neutral and spoke evenly.