Zella
“Gold digger.”
Well, hello to you too.
The word sliced through the air in the hallway like a knife. I froze for half a second, my fingers tightening around my coffee. This was what I got for not walking in with Isaiah. There were two women standing by the reception desk, whispering very loudly. They obviously didn’t care if I heard them.
I took a sip from my coffee, flashed them a grin, and continued walking towards the private elevator. The same woman from earlier scoffed.
“Seriously, she has no shame. Did you see the pictures she took with him at the gala? …”
Lewd, sexy and a bit exhibitionistic? I rambled mentally as the elevator doors closed, cutting off her words. I knew what she was going to say. It was what the anti-Zellas were all saying.
Gold digger. Slut.
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