Isabella’s POV

“Isabella Hart?”

I lifted my head from the files I’d been going over to see a man standing over me, watching me curiously.

He looked only slightly older than me, with dark hair combed back neatly from his strikingly handsome features. He was dressed in a dark grey suit and held a briefcase in one hand while the other rested easily in his pocket. Despite the easy charm and sophistication he exuded, his silver-grey eyes had a hard, ...