Page 68 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

The air in the room feels thick, like it’s pressing in on me from all sides. I sit on the edge of the couch, my fingers picking at the hem of my sweater as I wait for Theo to return.

I know Tad went up to see him, and I’m sure that he’s been talking to Devon. I’ll just wait for one of them to tell me what they’ve been discussing for the past hour.

They’ve been huddled in the office, their voices low and tense, leaving me here to stew in my own anxious thoughts.

I can hear their footsteps now, coming down the hall. Theo walks into the room, his expression serious. He sits across from me, his eyes locking onto mine.

“We know who it is,” he says, gesturing to his phone.

My heart skips a beat, and I swallow hard. “Who?”

Devon clears his throat from Theo’s phone, stepping forward slightly. “Grace, it’s your former manager. Andrew.”

I blink, stunned. For a second, the name doesn’t even register.

Andrew? No, that can’t be right. I haven’t seen him in over a year, and he was… he was nothing like this.

“What?” I shake my head, my hands gripping the couch. “No. That doesn’t make sense. Andrew wouldn’t—he’s not like that.”

Theo leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s him. We’re sure of it.”

“No, you’re wrong.” My voice rises, frustration building in my chest.

“It can’t be him. I knew Andrew. He was harmless—a little bitter after I fired him, but he wasn’t...

This doesn’t make sense.

I’ve seen my stalker. I would have recognized Andrew.”

“It’s him, Grace,” Tad says softly as he walks into the room. “I know it’s hard to accept, but people change, especially when they’ve been holding onto anger for a long time.”

I shake my head again, my mind racing. The image of Andrew from a year ago flashes in my mind—overweight, scruffy beard, always wearing wrinkled clothes.

He was far from intimidating. He didn’t have the kind of presence that would make someone think he was a stalker like this.

He was extremely disorganized and flakey when he was my manager. My stalker is organized and calculated. It can’t be the same person.

“It doesn’t look like him,” I say, my voice shaking. “The man who’s been following me doesn’t look anything like Andrew.”

Tad exchanges a glance with Theo before turning back to me.

“He’s changed.

We’ve seen recent pictures of him, and he’s almost unrecognizable.

He’s lost a lot of weight, shaved the beard, and cleaned himself up.

But it’s him.”

I stare at them, my heart pounding in my chest.

Could it really be Andrew? Could he have done all this just because I let him go? It doesn’t seem possible. It doesn’t feel real.

“I just… I don’t understand,” I whisper. “Why would he do this? Why go to all this trouble?”

“From what we’ve gathered, he took the firing harder than anyone realized.

He felt like he’d lost everything—his career, his reputation. He spiraled after that, and it looks like he’s been fixated on you ever since,” Devon says.

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