*Isabella's POV*
I went to his office to give him the edited report, my mind a blank slate of professionalism. I needed to keep this simple, clean. No room for emotional landmines.
I explained the miscalculations I'd noticed and corrected, the new information I'd added, my voice steady and sure. I was in my element here, in my power suit of spreadsheets and projections.
When I was done, he leaned back in his big leather chair, a slow, impressed smile spreading across his face. "Damn, you're so f*****g smart," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I don't know why I keep an entire finance department. I should close it off, you can do all their work." he added, a smirk playing on his lips, making me smile.
"Is it weird that I'm turned on right now?" he asked, his eyes darkening slightly.
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