Stephanie's POV
"It looks like you've slept your way to the top; imagine my surprise seeing you in Anabelle Corelli's show, little ole you. Then I saw you in the arms of Alexander Corelli, and suddenly everything made sense," he said tauntingly.
She rolled her eyes at him and looked back over the balcony, typical Chris, trying to make everyone uncomfortable and get the last laugh. She refused to give him any attention. He could think whatever he wanted, she didn't care. He wasn't her boss anymore, and she was doing way better without him.
"I'll take your silence for a yes, and I won't waste any more time on a whore like you. Just know that when Alexander Corelli is done with you, he'll throw you right out like the trash you are." She could hear him retreating and his footsteps fading away. She let out a sigh and let her mind wander.
