Isabelle’s POV
I had exactly twelve hours before my company suffered irreparable damage.
Twelve hours before the investors lost confidence, before the stock plummeted further, before the scandal became my entire identity instead of just another accusation.
Twelve hours to stop the bleeding.
The second I locked the door behind me, I pulled out my phone and dialed Stephanie.
She answered immediately. “Tell me you’re already handling this.”
“I’ve got our PR team on a full-blown crisis response,” she said briskly. “But Isabelle, this is bad. The news cycle isn’t dying down.”
I closed my eyes, inhaling sharply. “Get the legal team in my office in one hour. I want every single accusation pulled apart—who leaked them, what connections they have, everything.”
“On it.” A pause. “And, uh…Dam
