ISABELLA
I was halfway through typing up the latest notes when the atmosphere on the executive floor shifted. The quiet murmur of keyboards and low conversations suddenly felt heavier. I looked up just in time to see her striding towards my desk like she owned the entire building.
Selene.
She moved with the kind of lethal grace that made people instinctively step aside. Red hair cascading like fire, black suit hugging her dangerous curves, red lipstick sharp enough to cut. She stopped right in front of my desk, eyebrows rising in genuine surprise.
“Well, well,” she said, voice smooth and dripping with authority. “If it isn’t Rafael’s little secret pet. And here I thought you were just a weekend toy. Turns out you’re also his secretary. How… quaint.”
My stomach dropped. My hands froze
