JULIAN’S POV
Zoella Ivy Monroe.
I stared at the HR file I had asked Cassandra to bring in earlier in the day, my fingers drumming lightly against the manila edge. Why was I this curious about her?
Well maybe because she had elicited a reaction from me that no one has managed to do in a very long time.
I turned to my Macbook and typed in her name on google,doing the one thing i never do.
Stalk people.
But here I was, staring at the first image of her that popped up and something in my chest tightened. She was beautiful—almost disarmingly so. That mischievous glint in her eyes looked both sweet and sinful at once, like she didn’t know which side to land on… or maybe she did, and she just liked to keep people guessing. It was the kind of smile you wanted to ruin.
I scrolled further
