Natalie Pierce turned on her heel without another word and walked straight toward the sleek executive sedan parked by the curb. Without slowing her stride, she flicked the car keys through the air. They traced a clean arc before landing squarely in Issac Monroe’s hand.
“You drive. We’re going back to the company,” she said, her tone crisp and leaving no room for negotiation.
Then she paused, glancing toward Avery Lane, who was still standing nearby with a few colleagues. “Avery, enjoy the celebration with your team. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to stay. I’ll treat you next time.”
Issac gave Avery a small nod in farewell and walked toward the car without lingering. As he reached the driver’s side, he could feel Natalie’s gaze following him. When Natalie finally looked away, she allo
