Isla POV

It was Monday, and I stood watching my department prepare for the meeting with Lucian. It seemed I wasn't the only one panicking.

The meeting had come completely out of nowhere for everyone.

Even Gerald was visibly nervous, taking out his frustration on a nearby coworker, sweating and muttering under his breath as he paced. Every few seconds, his eyes darted to the closed meeting room door like he was waiting for something he already knew was coming.

I narrowed my gaze. He clearly knew what was coming, given his reaction.

He caught me watching him.

"What are you looking at? Get prepared!" he snapped, turning away before...