The atmosphere at Morrison Tower had shifted in the days following Marcus Ryland’s visit, leaving Isabella on edge. Damien’s presence had grown darker, his usual intensity sharpened by an underlying tension that only she seemed to notice. Each day, she sensed his frustration simmering beneath his controlled exterior, a silent warning that Marcus’s influence ran deeper than he’d let on.
As she prepared for the day’s meetings, a message from Damien appeared on her screen.
Damien: My office. Immediately.
The clipped, formal tone made her heart race, and she set her notes aside, taking a steadying breath before heading to his office. She knew Damien rarely summoned her so urgently without reason, and the gravity of his message left her both apprehensive and excited. She couldn’t deny the
