Seven days after the disastrous dinner with Chloe, Liam sat in his office at 9:47 PM, surrounded by reports he couldn't focus on and coffee he couldn't taste.
The temp secretary had lasted three days before quitting. The replacement had lasted two. He was on his third temp now, and she was already making noises about the "hostile work environment."
Liam didn't care. Let them all quit. Let the entire company fall apart. None of it mattered without—
His phone buzzed. A text from Richards, his head of security. The man he'd hired four days ago to find Isabella, despite Mrs. Reed's warnings about respecting her choice to leave.
Got something. Not confirmed yet, but worth looking at.
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Liam's heart stopped.
It was grainy, clearly taken from a distance with a telephoto lens, but unmistakable. A café across the city. Outdoor seating. Late afternoon light.
And Isabella.
