*Isabella's POV*
I practically fled back to my office, my footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. My desk, my little island of supposed sanity, was right outside his. What an unfortunate f*****g time to date the boss and be his assistant. It felt less like an office and more like a prison, with his door a constant, looming reminder of my monumental f**k-up. I could practically feel him in there, a ghost on the other side of the wall, and the weight of it was suffocating.
"I need a coffee," I sighed, the words a desperate puff of air. I couldn't sit there. I couldn't just stare at my computer screen and pretend like everything was okay. I stopped outside my office door, changing direction and heading towards the break room, craving the bitter, familiar comfort of coffee.
Only to find Col
