Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 709

Gwen’s POV

I walked into Kensington headquarters like I was coming home and, for a second, I almost forgot I wasn’t officially supposed to be there.

The lobby moved at its usual pace.

People in too much of a hurry to look around, badges tapping against their chests, screens flashing numbers pretending to mean stability.

“Even on leave you can’t stay away?” The voice came from my right, playful in that way that only works when someone knows just how addicted you are to your job.

Mia.

She had a coffee in her hand and a crooked little smile on her face, like I was a sick kid showing up to school just to prove I could still make it through the day.

“Go live your life, Gwen,” she added.

I didn’t smile.

“I need to talk to you,” I said.

“And Dante.

” Mia rolled her eyes, full theatrics.

“Oh, great.I love when you start sentences like that.It always ends with someone threatening to sue us.”

isn’t he?” I asked, already

“Or at the estate?” Mia fell into step beside me.

“I think so…” She glanced at her phone like she was checking the mood of the universe.

“But if you’re in ‘I need him now’ mode, he can teleport if he’s not.” We stepped into the elevator.

I hit the floor without thinking twice.Mia looked at me sideways.

“Are you… okay?” she asked, and the okay carried the weight of everything we didn’t have time to unpack right there.

“I’m functioning,” I replied.

It was the only truth available.

The elevator opened on Dante’s floor and I didn’t slow down.

Mia made a gesture, like she was about to remind me of basic manners.

“You gonna knock?” I opened the door without knocking.

Dante sat behind his desk with papers scattered everywhere and a laptop open.

He looked up the second we barged in, his expression shifting from tired to sarcastic in less than a heartbeat.

“Cousins!” he announced, spreading his arms like he was welcoming two celebrities onto a talk show.

“To what do I owe such beauty gathered this early in the morning?” Mia went in first, pushing through the air like Dante had filled the room with smoke.

it

I closed the door behind me.

“I have a mission for you,” I said.

Dante let out a dramatic sigh and leaned back in his chair.

to the chaos on his desk like it was evidence of his suffering, “…or handling the final details of a construction site full of noise and

“Dramatic,” Mia muttered.

“…I think my time is a little limited at the moment, you know?” he continued, like she didn’t exist.

“Not that I haven’t considered stealing Christian’s spot for a bit and taking over all of Kensington’s problems.You know how much I love a good problem.” He looked at me with fake humility.

“But even I have limits.” Mia leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms.

“Right.The only problem you love is between some woman’s legs.”