Isla left the CEO's floor still a little dazed, Marcus's words replaying on loop in her head.
Genuinely shocked.
She'd been a victim, protected without knowing the identity of the people who'd hurt her, and Grayson had quietly resolved the whole thing without her ever asking.
And not just resolved it, practically obliterated them.
Why does that leave a warm feeling in my chest?
Isla bit her lip, mulling it over slowly as she made her way back to her desk.
Though, he probably did it more for optics than for me specifically. An employee getting kidn*pped reflects badly on the company. Standard protocol, probably.
She stayed grateful, but kept her head clear about it. No point getting swept up in anything.
Around noon, Isla wrapped up her tasks, waited until her coworkers cleared out
