Isla POV
The elevator doors had barely closed behind the Chairman and the directors before I felt the stares.
The main office floor was already buzzing, but the moment I walked in, conversations stuttered. Heads turned. Eyes followed me from the elevator to my desk.
I kept my chin up, focused on the path ahead, and ignored the whispers.
"Wow, Isla? Is that you?"
I turned and felt my stomach drop. One of the men who always orbited Vivienne – the ones who were always rude to me in the past – was standing there, smirking. I didn't even know his name, so I was shocked he knew mine.
"Wow, you dressed up nicely today," the man said teasingly. I saw Vivienne appear behind him, not pleased, staring at me.
"I guess you're not the only pretty sister now," he said, stepping closer. "You should
