Isabella´s POV
It was getting late. I couldn’t focus much on anything today. It was affecting me more than I thought and wanted it to. But when I arrived at the office and sat down, it became clear to me what had just happened. The knockings on the door last night and then this bottle of Champaign and the card this morning. Andrea´s words kept repeating in my head. That person seemed to watch my every step, because they seemed to know exactly where I was, when and with whom. I couldn’t understand who would have such a big interest in me and why? I didn’t know anyone here. I was basically working all the time and then home alone, apart from the few times I spent my time with Andrea. I wasn’t in a fight with anyone at work either, and the more important bit: I had nothing. I wasn’t rich, I
