LOGAN
The moment Isabella stormed out, I knew I'd screwed up.
I should have gone after her. Should have pulled her back and forced her to listen, to really listen. But I didn’t because I was too damn busy trying to contain the PR wildfire the media had set ablaze.
I paced the conference room, snapping orders into my phone, barking at my legal team, my PR manager, and anyone who could clean up the mess that had been made.
I had a thousand fires to put out, and for once in my life, I thought one woman walking out on me wasn’t going to be the worst thing that happened tonight.
I was wrong.
Ethan called, his usual annoying check-in, probably wondering if I’d murdered someone yet. I almost ignored it, but then another call came through. It was Isabella.
A frown creased my forehead.
I an
