“Spill the beans on those Giselle rumors, mate,” Terrence demanded, setting his coffee down with a click.

I sighed, eyebrows furrowed. “What rumors are you even talking about?”

“The ones about you and Felix, duh,” Terrence said, a smirk playing on his lips. “Giselle’s been yapping about it like a chihuahua on a hot tin roof.”

“They’re total bullshit,” I scoffed. “Just Giselle twisting Felix’s words like a pretzel.”

“So, Felix knew about it already? Is he the one who threw you under the bus through Giselle?” Terrence’s eyebrow shot up, skepticism etched on his face.

I snorted, shaking my head. “Nah, not Felix. Giselle’s just got a knack for...