ISABELLA
I blinked, my mind scrambling to process what I was seeing. A press conference?
Here?
In the very place, I worked as a glorified janitor? Of all the luxurious hotels, media centers, and high-end venues available, they had to pick this one?
Of course, I reminded myself bitterly. It’s a sports centre. It makes sense.
But that didn’t mean I had to like it.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and tightened my grip on my bag. Logan hadn’t even mentioned this to me.
Not a word.
Not even the tiniest hint.
I shouldn’t have been surprised, I wasn’t exactly someone he needed to keep in the loop. Maybe he hadn’t even thought about it, or maybe he did, and this one stung a little more, he didn’t think I was important enough to tell.
I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to turn around. I
