Gigi glanced instinctively at Stella's expression.
Right now she looked like a monster about to eat someone alive, as if she could tear her apart any minute.
Gigi glanced worriedly at Finn Sterling, "President Sterling, maybe it's better if we meet another time. I don't want to get in the middle of this—looks like Miss Stella is about to get angry."
Stella's face was terrifyingly dark. She grabbed Gigi's wrist in a death grip, "What exactly is going on between you two?"
Gigi seemed genuinely scared, recoiling a step to the side—right into Finn Sterling's lap.
"Miss Stella, don't get the wrong idea, there is nothing between me and President Sterling! We're just in a contract relationship!"
"Contract relationship? What kind of contract?"
Stella glared at her aggressively, as if she wanted to swallow her whole.
"It's just, an arrangement where President Sterling and I help each other out."
