ISABEL
I throw myself into work. It's easier than thinking, easier than feeling and more easier than confronting the impossible choice hanging over my head like a guillotine blade.
Two weeks, that's what Marco gave me.
Nine days left now but I haven't seen either of them in seven days.
Seven days of burying myself in Queens Enterprises, in contract negotiations, board presentations and financial projections. Seven days of working until midnight, until exhaustion drowns out the guilt but it's not working.
"Isabel?" Maya's voice interrupts my focus. "There's another delivery for you."
I look up from my laptop to see her standing in my cubicle entrance, holding a massive bouquet of white roses. The seventh one this week.
"Just... put them with the others," I say tiredly.
Maya sets the
