ISABELLE

After the meeting with the finance team in which I had to be present.

I walked out of the office, Mr. Montero walking ahead.

“I need the minutes of this meeting tomorrow morning as early as possible,” he said, without even shooting me a glance, which hurt me a lot.

I know I was avoiding him, but handling this version of Mr. Montero wasn't something I had imagined.

I muttered a “Yes sir”, which I don't think he heard and then I went to my desk to finish off my unfinished works.

I had few more hours to spare before Joey's birthday.

I hung my bag over my shoulder,...