Isaac’s POV
“Mr. Winston,” someone called out as I entered Miller’s building. I turned around to look at the woman who called me, noticing it was Allison’s assistant. She smiled at me.
“I’m Clara, Ms. Miller’s assistant, we met before,” she said, and I smiled back at her.
“Yeah, I remember,” I mumbled, and she pressed her lips together, looking lost for a second.
She clasped her hands and smiled again. “Well, I’m here to take you to her office,” she said politely, and I nodded.
She walked towards the elevator, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She pressed the button and glanced at me with a small smile on her lips.
Later, the elevator door opened. She stepped inside and I followed her. Right when the doors were closing, a hand stopped it and Jordan entered.
“Sorry,” he apolog
