ISLA'S POV
A week after and things between I and Dare is still cold, but i do not care.
The Voss cousins arrived in London looking like they'd never spent a week apart from Spain's sunlight, immaculate and composed, settling into the boardroom like they hadn't spent the last visit tearing me apart in front of an audience. Victor sat at the head of the table this time, flanked by Dare and Julian, with Finn beside me taking notes and Elena and Camille across from us, all pleasant smiles and polished terms.
The meeting went smoothly — almost eerily so. Numbers were confirmed, timelines agreed upon, hands shaken across the table with the kind of practiced warmth that made yesterday's chaos feel like it belonged to different people entirely. Camille barely glanced my way. Elena was courteous
