Arlene
I never thought Mirela could surprise me anymore.
But here I was, standing in the hallway of my product launch event, phone in hand, mouth slightly parted as Art’s voice spilled through the speaker.
I stared at the screen in disbelief, my fingers frozen over the phone. For all the tricks, manipulations, and drama Mirela had pulled in the past, I never expected this. Cheating? And with him?
“Louis Kodra?” I whispered, blinking rapidly as if the name would change.
Of all people, she was entangled with Louis Kodra? The same designer who once worked briefly for the Gomez brand before I terminated his contract upon my arrival?
He hadn’t even been around long—just a contract employee Mirela had personally hired. I didn’t trust him because I didn’t trust her.
And while he wasn’t as
