ZOELLA
I have done a lot of things in my life but stalking has never been one of them.
But right now as I sat across from Julian, it sure felt like I was stalking him. Come to think of it, he had called me a stalker when I slipped into the backseat of his car.
Life really knew how to make a girl look desperate.
“Look, Mr. Hart,” I began, sitting straighter in the ridiculously expensive leather chair. “I think there’s been some sort of—”
“You don't have to waste your breath explaining Miss Monroe.” His tone was icy as he cut me off. He didn’t even look up from the folder in front of him, flipping through my resume like he was skimming a menu he didn’t particularly like.
I clenched my teeth, forcing a calm I didn’t feel. Okay, cool. He’s going for ‘arrogant bastard CEO.’ Classic move
