(Isolde's POV)
By the time we arrived at the restaurant, night had fully settled in.
The place was the kind of private members-only dining room that didn't have a sign out front. You either knew about it or you didn't.
Orion walked in like he owned it, which he probably did in some way.
"Apologies for keeping everyone waiting," he said to the room, his tone perfectly polite.
His face said something else entirely.
Every single man at the table shot to his feet.
"Not at all, Mr. Nightshade, we just got here ourselves."
"Please, we arrived only moments ago."
"Don't mention it, don't mention it."
We were a full hour late. I had checked my watch twice in the car.
These men were smiling like they meant every word.
I took my seat beside Orion as his personal assistant, and kept my exp
