Isabella’s POV
Monday morning was bright. I stood in my new apartment—the one Donald got for me. I wore a light blue suit. I looked like a Vice President.
But staring in the mirror, I wasn’t thinking about work. I was thinking about Donald’s arms around me.
I always thought the office promotion was the goal. I saw a big title at the Springs Group was something that would make me complete. Now, while getting ready, I realized being called the Vice President didn’t matter like the way he said my name.
When I got to the office, everything was different. People nodded at me. My new office was enormous, with a view of the city. White roses sat on my desk—my favorite.
A note was there. “You belong here. See you at lunch… D.”
I sat in the big chair, but I couldn’t focus. I didn’t want to re
