Fabian Isidore’s POV
God. I couldn’t believe it.
I’ve closed multimillion deals with some of the toughest clients in the country. I’ve outmaneuvered sharks in business suits, shut down opposition in boardrooms, and turned entire construction projects around in record time.
But here I was—defeated.
By her.
Maurice Miranda.
The same girl who used to mop the floors in MCC, who stormed into the lobby in a rage, and who slapped me square in the face in front of my assistant. Now that still stings—physically and emotionally.
I took a slow sip of my coffee, sitting alone at the riverside, the city lights reflecting on the gentle ripples of water. It was quiet here. Just me and the faint hum of traffic in the distance. The stars were hidden, swallowed up by the glow of buildings and the blu
