Amara’s POV
“Miss Amara, the team leader wants to speak with you,” one of my colleagues informed me, and I slowly lifted my head from my desk, slightly surprised because I wasn’t expecting to be called, especially not at that moment when everything seemed to be going smoothly.
I stood up, straightened my clothes out of habit, and made my way to Mr. Lucas’s office, wondering what it could be about, but the moment I got there and pushed the door open, I froze slightly in place because Isabella was standing there, and for a brief second, I was genuinely stunned since I hadn’t expected to see her there at all.
I shifted my gaze to Mr. Lucas, giving him a confused look as my brows furrowed slightly.
“Isabella, meet your supervisor,” he said casually, as if this was something completely nor
