"Ethan," I mutter, my voice shaking with relief as he approaches me. But his face is stone cold, devoid of emotions.

"Ethan, thank God you're here. Please, tell Sydney I'm not Isabelle. She's got the wrong person."

But instead of helping me, Ethan takes a step closer, with a file in his hand. His voice is laced with anger, making my heart quiver. "Do you think I give a fuck what she does to you?" he growls.

I'm taken aback, shocked by his words. "But...but I thought you were here to help me," I stutter.

"Do you think I'm here to exchange talks with you? I'm here to make sure...