Isabelle’s POV
The morning sunlight filtered through the tall windows of my office as I sat at my desk, scrolling through the latest reports. Stephanie, my assistant, stood nearby, clipboard in hand and an expression of quiet efficiency that I’d come to rely on.
“Miss Everett,” she began, her tone professional, “we’ve finalized the contracts for the Brighton project, but there’s a new opportunity that might interest you.”
I glanced up, intrigued. “Go on.”
She adjusted her glasses, glancing at her notes. “A partnership proposal from Ryder Industries. They’ve been expanding into renewable energy solutions and need a logistics partner to handle international supply chains. Their CEO personally recommended us.”
The mention of Ryder Industries made my heart skip a beat. Damion. His name li
