ISABELLA'S POV
Four Days Later.
The boardroom of Reed Global was colder than usual, not in temperature but in the atmosphere. The tension was thick enough to slice through the silence.
Tina sat at the head of the long table, draped in a Chanel tweed suit, and Camilla posed beside her like a shadow. The other board members made small talk at intervals.
Until I walked into the room.
A hush fell over the room.
Tina's coated pink lips turned into a tight smile that didn't reach her eyes. “Isabella, we weren't expecting you today.”
I smiled back, sweeter and broader than the one she gave me. “Well, that's funny. Last I checked, I still have voting rights. First daughter of the Chairman, remember?”
She didn't respond. But her eyes flickered with rage.
I took the empty seat opposite her
