Isabella's POV
Cole's words echoed in my ears for minutes as I contemplated whether or not to dance to his tune.
“Fine! Let's get this over with.” I concluded and grabbed my handbag. I stormed out of the Hartley Media group and hailed a cab as soon as my feet touched the road.
It was late into the evening when I arrived at Cole's service apartment. My fist clenched into a tight ball with anger boiling through my skin.
I hate that I have to succumb to his whims and run at his command. But I promise it won't be for long. As soon as I get the information I seek, it will be the last time he will ever hear from me.
A while later, the elevator ding ushered me into his apartment floor. I scurried my phone out of my pocket to be sure of the apartment number.
I exhaled sharply and press
