Isabel’s POV
I look down at the prototype building plan beside my office window, tracing my fingers over its edges as the door opens quietly behind me. I know it’s her—I don’t need to turn around.
Instead, I keep my focus on the plans, allowing her to take in the silence as she makes her entrance.
“Wow, is this really how you welcome people to your office?” Cynthia finally breaks the stillness, letting out a mocking sigh.
She strides over, dropping her bag onto the chair before settling in like she owns the place. “You don’t even talk to them? Just ignore them?”
A smile tugs at my lips as I turn to her. “Not for someone I wasn’t exactly expecting,” I reply smoothly, watching her reaction.
“Coffee?” I ask, reaching over to start the machine. She clicks her tongue and gives a slow,
