Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 267

Chapter 267 I reached Nate's house with my heart pounding, every step down that tree-lined path tightening the knot of determination and nerves tangled inside me. When I rang the doorbell, he opened almost immediately, leaning against the doorframe like he'd been waiting there. There was something in the way he held himself that told me he already knew exactly why I'd come. "So you already heard," he said, completely unsurprised. "HR told me this morning," I replied, stopping a few feet from him, trying to keep some physical space between us-space I hoped would help me think straight.

"I'm back on Monday, but under supervision." Something about the way he stood there bothered me deeply. Too controlled and prepared, like he'd rehearsed this conversation in his head before I even showed up. It was the same professional mask he wore in high- stakes meetings, when he had to negotiate impossible contracts or handle delicate situations. "Do you even want me to come back?" I asked, going straight to the point, too tired for any more circles or half- truths. Something flickered in Nate's eyes. It was a micro-expression gone too fast for me to catch.

Like he was fighting himself, choosing every word as if they were explosives. He didn't answer right away, and the silence itself was already an answer. "Let's talk inside," he said finally, stepping aside. The gesture felt more like an escape than an invitation. I walked in, my footsteps echoing softly against the polished wooden floors. "I know you talked to Marcus," Nate said, cutting straight through the pretense as he closed the door behind us with a sharp click. "He mentioned the transfer proposal to the Imperial City." My stomach twisted hard.

So they really had discussed my future without me. The confirmation of what I'd suspected hit me like a betrayal, even though part of me knew it was probably inevitable. "It's a real opportunity for you," he went on, still using that carefully neutral tone I'd grown to hate in personal conversations. "More room to grow professionally. Less corporate politics to deal with. Away from all the rumors Alexandra spread." I watched him closely as he spoke, looking for the truth behind the controlled façade.

mentioned me being "away from rumors." Every word felt like he was reading off

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"It's not about what's easier," he said. His voice was still controlled, but now there was an edge to it, a crack of tension underneath. "It's logical. And you know it." 1/3 His insistence on cold logic,

me what you actually feel." His professional mask faltered for a heartbeat. "Maybe because saying what I feel doesn't always change what needs to

break the careful distance he always hid behind, "because saying what you really think would make everything a lot more... complicated." The air between us shifted, thickening with everything we weren't saying. We stared at each other for what felt like an endless

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