chapter 1
237 Words
The polished marble floor of the Vance Corporation headquarters gleamed under the soft lighting, reflecting Isabella’s nervous reflection back at her. Eight years. Eight years since she last saw him, since the casual cruelty in his teenage eyes had shattered her world. Now, here she was, Isabella Rossi, award-winning architect, about to present her design proposal to none other than Alexander Vance.
She smoothed down the crisp fabric of her tailored suit, the familiar weight grounding her. She had earned this. Every late night, every sacrificed weekend, had led to this moment. She wouldn’t let the ghosts of the past derail her future.
The doors to the conference room opened, and a hush fell over the waiting executives. And then he walked in. Alexander Vance. He was broader now, the boyish edges of his face sharpened into a commanding, almost intimidating, handsomeness. His dark eyes, the same shade she remembered, scanned the room, briefly meeting hers before moving on with an air of detached professionalism. It was as if the years had erased her completely from his memory.
A wave of conflicting emotions washed over her – relief, a sting of disappointment, and beneath it all, a flicker of the undeniable pull she had always felt. This was going to be more complicated than she thought.
"Good morning," his deep voice resonated through the room, pulling her back to the present. "Let's begin."
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