~Isabel~
Fifty-nine minutes.
That was all the time I had before everything either worked out, or fell apart in front of a dozen live cameras.
I hurried away from William’s office my mind spinning... he hadn’t even told me what the crisis was. Was the company in trouble? Was this another trick? It felt like walking straight into something dangerous with my eyes covered.
I needed a second to breathe, so I ducked into the breakroom to get a glass of water.
"You look like you’re about to pass out," a voice said from the corner. "Or maybe you just saw something you weren’t supposed to. Either way, you should probably sit down."
I jumped, nearly spilling water all down my blazer.
A guy sat at the corner table with dark curls falling over his forehead, a chiseled jaw that stood out against
