*Isabella's POV*
A sharp sting of anger and frustration hit me from his words, but I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to keep my composure. I reminded myself that I was a professional—that this was just business. But deep down, I knew Jacob's words had struck a nerve, poking at something fragile inside me.
"Jacob, focus. We are working," I said, trying to sound steady, voice tight with restraint. He shot back, a grin curling his lips. "Jacob? That's not an appropriate way to address your boss," he spat, voice dripping with condescension. I rolled my eyes, my voice icy. "Well, I've decided you're not worthy of being a Mister or Sir to me," I shot, my tone sharp.
He chuckled softly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know, since I am the Vice President of this company, you can just call
