The Breaking Point
Isabella’s POV
The silence in Adrian Sinclair’s office was suffocating.
I stood near the door, arms crossed, watching as he sat behind his desk, rifling through some paperwork as if my presence didn’t bother him in the slightest.
I knew better.
Adrian didn’t call me here just to discuss work.
This—whatever this was—had been brewing all day, ever since he decided to turn my workload into a personal vendetta.
I should have walked out.
Should have told him I was done playing whatever game this was.
But I didn’t.
Because a part of me wanted answers.
A part of me wanted to know why he was acting like this.
And maybe, just maybe, a part of me wanted to see if he would admit the truth.
That he did care.
That I wasn’t just another employee to him.
That something a
