Zac's POV
First things first—I needed to talk to Gabrielle.
I knew she was Kolby's godmother, and she had been a part of my team for a long time, but questioning Fatima like she would ever lie about being pregnant? That didn't sit right with me. And on top of that? She was playing both sides.
That was something I couldn't let slide.
If she couldn't figure out where she stood, we were definitely gonna have to part ways.
I pulled out my phone, stepping out onto the balcony while Fatima stayed inside. I didn't want her stressing over this more than she already was.
The phone rang twice before Gabrielle picked up.
"Zac," she answered, her tone clipped. She already knew this wasn't about to be a pleasant conversation.
I didn't waste any time. "G, we need to talk. And I need you to be real with me right now."
She sighed. "I already know what this is about."
"Then you know why I'm pissed," I said, my voice low but firm. "I get that you work with both of us, but you questioning Fatima about her pregnancy like she'd make that up? That's disrespectful as hell."
Gabrielle let out a heavy breath. "Zac, that wasn't my intention. I wasn't trying to disrespect her."
"But you did," I shot back. "And that's not something I can let slide."
She was silent for a second. "I was just caught off guard, okay? I wasn't expecting to hear that news from Sabrina of all people, and I needed to confirm what was real and what wasn't."
I clenched my jaw. "G, if you needed confirmation, you could've asked me. You didn't need to question Fatima like she would pull some Sabrina-type shit."
She sighed again. "I get it. And you're right. That was wrong."
I leaned against the railing, my grip tightening. "That's not the only issue, though. You're still working with Sabrina, and I need to know where you stand."
Gabrielle hesitated. "Zac..."
"Nah," I cut her off. "It's not a complicated question, G. You either rock with us or you don't. But I'm not about to have someone on my team who's playing both sides."
Silence.
I waited.
Finally, she exhaled. "Zac, I got history with y'all—both of y'all. This situation is messy as hell, but I do support you and Fatima. I just—" She paused. "I still have contracts with Sabrina. It's not as easy as just walking away."
I nodded, even though she couldn't see me. "I get that. But I need to know that our business—mine and Fatima's—stays with us."
"It does," she assured me quickly. "I don't talk to Sabrina about y'all's personal lives. I swear."
I inhaled, considering her words. I wanted to believe her, but after today? I wasn't sure.
"I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt, G," I said. "But if I ever feel like you're moving funny, we're done. No second chances."
Gabrielle exhaled. "I understand."
"Good." I paused for a second, then added, "And you owe Fatima an apology."
She hesitated again, then said, "I'll call her."
"Do that," I said before hanging up.
I stood there for a moment, staring out at the city, letting my frustration settle.
