Damien’s POV
“Get me the IT unit lead. Now.” My voice cut through the room like a blade, sharp and unforgiving.
This was Isabella’s doing.
Isabella… What the hell is her last name?
How could I have been so reckless—so goddamn horny—I didn’t even bother to look her up? No background check, no questions, just blind lust.
All this chaos—every crack in my company right now, every moment I’ve spent trying to clean this up and figure out a way to maneuver this mess—it all leads back to her.
And she had the nerve… the audacity to look straight into the CCTV and smile—like she wasn’t the storm tearing everything apart. Like she hadn’t just lit a match, dropped it on a house drenched in gasoline, and casually boarded a flight while the flames devoured everything in her wake.
Oh, she’ll pay
