*Isabella's POV*
I glanced between the Zoom window still open on my screen and the phone ringing in my hand. "Speaking of which," I muttered quickly, "I think Damien is calling me. I have to go, sir." Gordon gave a curt nod. "Goodbye, Ms. Williams." and he ended the zoom call. Immediately, I answered Damien's video call, my heart thudding like I'd just been caught cheating on a final exam. And then—f**k. I nearly forgot how hot he is. There he was, on my screen. Damien Lancaster. Like Jacob, but… not.
Jacob had the smirk, the wild charm, the effortless danger. Damien? Damien was carved from stone—clean, controlled, polished power. That commanding energy wrapped around him like a custom suit. He didn't need to yell. He just existed and people listened. "Hello, Isabella," he said with that
