Coffee and Consequences (Continued)
Isabella's POV
By the time I finally left the office, the weight of exhaustion settled heavily on my shoulders. It wasn’t just the endless coffee fiasco or Adrian’s insufferable arrogance—it was the sheer emotional whiplash of the entire day.
I stepped out of the towering glass doors of Sinclair Enterprises, inhaling the cool night air. The city pulsed with life, headlights flashing, sirens wailing in the distance. I would have loved nothing more than to just drive home, but of course, that wasn’t an option.
My car was still at the mechanic.
A frustrated sigh escaped my lips as I pulled out my phone and booked a ride. The notification pinged—ETA: 10 minutes.
Great.
I leaned against a streetlamp, arms crossed, trying to shake off the lingering fru
