Isabella´s POV
I was late today. Thankfully, Crawford has been laid-back these past few days and not demanding daily meetings, giving me time to fully focus on my work. I don´t know whether he regrets now what happened between us the other night or if he just wanted to give me the space I asked him for, but I finally felt really balanced again and strengthened in my self-confidence. I was making my to-do list for the week when Nancy walked in.
"Isabella, Mr. Crawford wants to speak to you in his office immediately!"
Before I could reply anything, Nancy was gone again. She looked stressed. Bad air, I thought to myself. I knocked on Crawford's office and went in, heading straight for the desk where Crawford was leaning against it, facing me. I stopped in front of him and held his gaze.
