*Isabella's POV*
I frowned, confusion etched on my face. "Why are you giving me this?" I asked, my voice laced with skepticism.
Damien sighed, a hint of exasperation creeping into his tone.
"Look, normally, when you have a work trip, you'd fill out a request for a company card. You'd go to finance, and...a nice lady would issue a card in your name."
I raised an eyebrow, a wry thought flashing through my mind: 'Nice lady'? I'd met the lady from finance, and she was a real bi***'
Damien continued, "But for you, the trip was short notice, so you didn't get time for that. So, please, use mine instead. Buy everything you'll need for the week."
I opened my mouth to protest, but Damien cut me off with a reassuring smile. "But, sir, I—" "Don't worry, it's covered," he said, his eyes crinklin
