Isabel’s POV
I lean in my plus leather chair, letting the hum of the city outside of my office windows become nothing more than a distant murmur.
Christine my PA stands before me, her usual poised self, a report clasped in her hands. “Ms. Claire,” she says, her voice steady as she handed me the documents from our LA branch, “The numbers are looking promising, but we’ve had some delays in the shipments.”
Taking the papers from her, I let a smile tug at the corner of my lips. “Thank you, Christine,” I replied, my voice calm, almost deceptively serene.
As I glanced at the papers, a different file caught my eyes—the one on King’s Empire. Seeing this, my smile grew a little wider. If only they knew.
I had asked for a private investigation done on the King’s Empire businesses— their hote
