~Isabel~
Fifty-nine minutes.
That was all the time I had before my life either became a success or crashed and burned in front of a dozen live television cameras.
I hurried away from William’s office, my mind spinning. He hadn't even given me the details of the crisis.
Was the company in trouble? Was William? It felt like walking directly into a trap with a blindfold on.
Needing a moment to breathe, I ducked into a breakroom to grab a glass of water.
"You look like you're about to faint," a voice said from the corner. "Or maybe you just saw something you shouldn't have. Either way, you should probably sit down."
I jumped, nearly spilling the water down my blazer.
Sitting at the corner table was a guy leaning over a tablet. He had a mass of dark curls that fell perfectly over his
