ISABELLE'S POV

The conference room was cold, only the sound of voices,and the soft hum of the projector were heard.

I sat still in my chair, my fingers gripping the edge of the chair as I tried to focus on the slideshow being presented, but even as I tried to focus, my eyes couldn't help but drift to Jake.

He stood at the head of the table, his tailored suit hugging his broad shoulders, his voice calm and commanding as he addressed the room.

There was something about the way he carried himself, the way his dark eyes seemed to pierce through anyone who dared to meet his gaze. It...