ISABEL
I'm sitting across from three men who f****d me a week ago.
The thought loops through my mind on repeat, a mantra of panic that I'm desperately trying to suppress.
Ares is directly across from me, those green eyes fixed on my face with an intensity that makes my skin heat. Marco sits to his right, grey eyes calculating, watching me like a predator watches prey and Harvey at the head of the table, ice-cold and distant, somehow more terrifying than the others.
I can do this, I have to do this. I force myself to breathe, to channel the woman I used to be—VP Isabel, the one who closed deals and commanded boardrooms and never let anyone see her sweat.
That woman wouldn't care that she'd slept with her potential investors. She'd compartmentalize, focus on the business, and get what s
