Isabelle’s POV
The boardroom clock read 4:15 p.m. — a painfully slow crawl toward five o’clock.
Lawrence, our head of marketing, was walking the interns through the digital rollout strategy for the summer rebrand. His tone was measured, confident, each bullet point on the slide perfectly timed with a click of his remote.
“We’ll split the cohort into two teams,” he said, pacing a few steps. “Team A will assist with copy revisions and post scheduling. Team B will monitor performance analytics from the last three campaigns. All results are due in the shared folder by Thursday noon.”
I sat at the head of the table, legs crossed under my tailored slacks, chin resting on my palm as I stared straight ahead — and yet I wasn’t really listening.
My body still hadn’t recovered from the way Nath
