The days that followed Marcus’s visit were laced with a tension Isabella hadn’t felt before, as if the entire building held its breath, waiting. At Morrison Tower, conversations became quieter, movements sharper, and behind every exchange was the unspoken threat Marcus had left lingering in his wake.
Damien, who was usually calm, now seemed more vigilant than ever. His attention to detail grew sharper, his requests more frequent, and his gaze, whenever it fell on Isabella, held a fierce protectiveness that both thrilled and unsettled her.
The weight of that attention filled her with a sense of purpose, knowing that her role here wasn’t just about business anymore. She had crossed into a space where loyalty and desire coexisted in a way that left her both exhilarated and uncertain.
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