That afternoon, after finishing her video editing class, Isla Prescott was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open.
She got up, packed away her laptop, and decided to head to the upstairs coffee shop for a life-saving cup of coffee.
While waiting for the elevator, she sent Annabelle Leighton an update on the day's renovation progress. Although Annabelle wasn't there in person, she showered Isla with a stream of "You're the best!" stickers, giving her a much-needed emotional boost.
Isla was smiling at her phone when the elevator doors opened. She glanced up and her eyes met Shane Sterling's.
Shane Sterling stood at the very front, dressed in a black pinstripe suit with his hands in his pockets. The light inside the car gave him an air of refined elegance, but the moment he curved his lips into a smirk, a wave of his roguish, untamed charisma washed over her.
"Well, if it isn't Ms. Prescott herself?"
