The Fire Between Us
Isabella’s POV
The office had settled into its usual afternoon rhythm—phones ringing, keyboards clicking, and the occasional hum of conversation. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of ink and paper. But despite the mundane routine, I felt light today.
Ryan had that effect.
He was easygoing, effortlessly funny, and a good distraction from the whirlwind of tension that seemed to follow me whenever Adrian was around.
I didn’t know why I felt the need for a distraction.
Or maybe, I did.
"You look like you’re actually enjoying work," Ryan teased, pulling up a chair beside my desk. "Are you feeling alright?"
I smirked, typing away at my report. "Shocking, I know."
He grinned, leaning over slightly to glance at my scree
