Isabella stood near the large window, her phone pressed tightly to her ear.
Her back was facing the door.
Her voice was low.
Almost a whisper.
“Yes,” she said quickly. “Everything is moving as planned.”
She paused, listening.
Her fingers trembled slightly.
“No,” she continued, “he doesn’t suspect anything yet. But things are changing.”
She walked slowly across the room, her heels clicking softly on the marble floor.
“You must be careful,” she added. “Very careful.”
Suddenly—
The door opened.
Isabella froze.
Her heart jumped to her throat.
She turned sharply.
Clark had entered the room.
Her eyes widened.
Without thinking, she quickly pulled the phone away from her ear and ended the call.
Too fast.
Too sudden.
Clark noticed.
He stopped walking.
His eyes narrowed slightl
