~Isabel~
I clocked into Sterling Global at 7:30 AM. My footsteps echoed loud through the empty lobby.
The only other souls around were the maintenance crew, and I swear the guy buffing the floors side-eyed me like I had lost my entire mind.
Who voluntarily shows up to work on a Saturday?
If it wasn’t for my scheming stepbrother and that big mouth of mine promising the press a three-month deadline, I’d be curled up at home right now. Probably facemask on, bath running, mentally picking out which outfit would make everyone at the party jealous. Instead here I was, ready to run on black coffee and pure stubbornness, determined to prove I was not the charity case William kept painting me as.
I’d left the mansion a whole hour early and took a cab on purpose. No way was I giving him the s
