Kylian
The rumors started faster than I expected. A photographer had caught Isabella and me leaving a restaurant two nights earlier, nothing more than dinner to run through a business proposal she'd need to understand before her formal introduction to the city, and by the following morning half the financial press had already decided it was something else.
"Reclusive billionaire Kylian DeLuca spotted with mystery woman." Marcus read the headline out loud in my office with more enjoyment than the situation warranted. "They're calling her your protégée in one piece and your fiancée in another. Board's been calling since seven."
"Tell them I'm unavailable."
"Told them that an hour ago. They called back." He set his tablet on my desk, open to an email thread already twelve messages deep. "
