Isla POV

The elevator doors had barely closed behind the Chairman and the directors before I felt the stares.

The main office floor was already buzzing, but the moment I walked in, conversations stuttered. Heads turned. Eyes followed me from the elevator to my desk.

I kept my chin up, focused on the path ahead, and ignored the whispers.

"Wow, Isla? Is that you?"

I turned and felt my stomach drop. One of the men who always orbited Vivienne – the ones who were always rude to me in the past – was standing there, smirking. I didn't even know his name, so I was shocked he knew mine.

"Wow,...