HARVEY
I read the name and felt nothing, that's what I told myself. Nothing.
Isabel Queens means nothing to me. The night meant nothing. Her body beneath mine, her voice breaking on my name, the way she looked at me like I was dangerous and she wanted it anyway—all of it means nothing.
I close the folder and stand, moving to the window with deliberate, controlled steps. My reflection stares back at me in the glass—jaw tight, eyes cold, every inch the ruthless businessman who's built an empire on other people's failures. This is who I am. This is who I've always been.
Cold, calculating and in control.
Isabel Queens is just another deal, another transaction. The fact that I've f****d her is irrelevant and meaningless. A detail that has no bearing on the business decision ahead except my
