ISABELLA'S POV
The elevator doors opened.
He stepped out first and I followed him, not that I wanted to. But because I had to.
Because there was no way in hell I was going to let him walk away after that.
We walked down the long corridor toward his office and he didn't even look back for once. Just kept walking, his long, purposeful strides eating up the distance between the elevator and his office like he was on his usual morning schedule and not... not whatever the hell this was.
I caught up just as he pushed the door open. I slipped in behind him before it closed.
He paused for the briefest second when he realized I had followed him but he didn't say anything and he didn't turn.
I stared at his back.
That arrogant, unreadable posture.