Cynthia’s POV
I step into my office, my heart thudding against my chest, anger already flushing over me. I take a deep breath, sinking into the leather chair, but I can’t seem to calm down.
Her face—Isabel’s face—keeps flashing in my mind.
That smug look she gave me, like she’s already won, like she’s got everything under control. Who does she think she is?
Bluffing, saying her PA would text me? I scoff, tilting my head to the side.
I see she’s playing some kind of rich brat game, isn’t she?
She’s really starting to get on my nerves. Or should I just do away with her once and for all? My lips twist into something sly.
Argh! Relax Cynthia. You are still getting to know this new Isabel. I try to calm my nerves. Besides, this new Isabel seems to have a lot of interesting stuff on he
