Grayson walked past Isla, and the scent of cedar and cold pine trailed after him achingly familiar.
The air he stirred up as he passed seemed to rattle straight through her.
Watching his retreating figure, Isla felt like she'd been struck by lightning.
How does this keep happening to me?!
No. No, no, no. It has to be a misunderstanding. Or a coincidence. People just... look alike sometimes.
She stood frozen, trembling, trying to talk herself down.
She had no idea that being handpicked personally by the new CEO had already completely reversed her standing with the very executives who'd wanted her fired minutes ago.
"The intern translator has zero professional experience. If that's a problem, we should send a senior translator along instead," one general manager murmured, worried.
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