Chapter – The Boardroom Divide
The glass-walled boardroom pulsed with restrained energy—the kind that simmered under layers of professionalism, ambition, and tension too old to name out loud. A skyline view stretched behind them, but no one was looking. Every pair of eyes was focused on the head of the table, where Isabelle Bennett sat poised, her expression calm, her posture like armor.
She wore a tailored black suit, sharp as her voice, her tablet glowing in front of her, and the Vogue cover—her face lit with ambition and clarity—tucked neatly into the side pocket of her portfolio.
Every detail was intentional.
She knew exactly what she looked like today.
She needed to.
Because today was not just about strategy.
It was about control.
Around the table, her executive team settled i
