She smiled, got into the car and ran her hands over the steering wheel, clearly pleased. Meanwhile, I turned back to find Alexis glaring at me like I had just committed some horrible crime.
I was about to put her in her place when Ulrich Zielinski, our driver, strolled over, his face flushed, reeking of alcohol.
My eyes flicked to the table. The expensive bottle of red wine I’d bought for the celebration, the one that cost me thousands, was open. More than half of it was gone.
Ulrich waved his hand dismissively, looking far too comfortable. “Stella, don’t take it to heart. Alexis only said that because she cares about you, like family.”
Then he chuckled, shaking his head. “But let’s be real, she’s got a point. Buying a car? That’s something a man should decide. Did you even talk to Spencer about it first?”
Spencer Sherman—my boyfriend. But the thing was… I bought that car. Just like I paid their salaries. And trust me, I didn’t spend my hard-earned money just to let people walk all over me.