It was Monday evening.
The office was quiet, the kind of quiet that came after a long day when everyone had already gone home.
Izzy sat at her desk, closing her laptop slowly. She could feel his eyes on her even though his glass office door was shut.
Dominic hadn’t spoken to her much all day... only short, sharp instructions during meetings.
She had ignored every one of his weekend calls and messages. She didn’t owe him an explanation. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.
But when she heard his voice from behind her, low and steady “Isabella, my office. Now.” her heart gave a nervous jump.
She hesitated, then stood and walked in.
He was leaning against the edge of his desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, eyes unreadable.
“Close the door,” he said.
She did.
For a long m
