Ice and Fire
**Isabella**
The morning air was crisp as I walked into Sinclair Enterprises, my heels clicking softly against the polished marble floor. The events of last night lingered at the edges of my mind—Victoria, Adrian’s distant and brooding demeanor, the storm of emotions I wasn’t sure I wanted to acknowledge.
But today was a new day. And as far as I was concerned, Adrian Sinclair and his moods were not my problem.
The elevator ride up to his office was silent except for the soft hum of the floor indicator. When I stepped into the executive floor, the usual buzz of work filled the space, but something felt… different.
Or maybe it was just me.
I shrugged off the feeling and made my way to my desk, setting down my bag before heading to the break room. Adrian’s coffee—black, no
