Clark’s POV
Clark was sitting at his desk, trying to focus on some paperwork, but his mind refused to stay on the numbers. His chest felt heavy, his hands twitching on the edge of the desk. He didn’t know why he felt this strange mix of shock and fury until he heard the unmistakable shrill voice of Isabella.
“Clark! Clark! Hurry, come see this!”
He looked up to see her bursting into the room, eyes wide, phone in her hand, like a child showing off a shiny toy. She was practically bouncing with excitement.
“What now?” Clark asked coldly, though his heart had started to race.
“You have to see this!” Isabella said, thrusting her phone toward him. “This is unbelievable!”
Clark reluctantly took the phone, already dreading what she would show him. As his eyes scanned the screen,
