Isla had spent the better part of the panel discussion half-listening, occasionally nodding at points made by others but otherwise unbothered. Most of the discussion had been standard, respectable—boring. She had come here to take down Nathan Hayes, not listen to polite conversations about industry advancements.
But then, suddenly, she heard her name.
“Dr. Wells,” Nathan’s voice rang out across the stage, smooth, confident.
She blinked, caught off guard, as every head in the room turned toward her.
This was a moment that Isla secretly dreaded. The spotlight was never a place she felt comfortable. She knew that when she decided to be on this panel that she would in fact have to speak in front of people and normally it wasn't a problem. The difference between normally and now was that sh
