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Receipts and Reckoning

Author: Misspetty
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-17 17:05:58

Isla’s POV

My phone vibrated across the coffee table like a warning. For a moment, I stared at it, steam from my tea curling up into the air, pretending I didn’t see the name flashing across the screen.

Silas.

Of course. He couldn’t let things rest for even twenty-four hours.

I almost let it go to voicemail, but something in me wanted to hear what he’d sound like now. Guilt? Arrogance? Triumph?

I pressed answer and held the phone to my ear.

“Isla,” he said, my name soft on his lips . “Where are you?”

My chest went tight. “None of your business,” I said flatly. “Why are you calling?”

There was a pause. Then a low chuckle, lazy and deliberate.

“You left. After I paid you ten grand to shoot the whole thing.”

The money. He’d gone straight for the money. Wow, just wow.

“I didn’t abandon it,” I replied, voice even. “My team finished everything. The coverage is complete.”

“That’s not the point,” he said sharply. “You were supposed to be there. You. I didn’t hire your team. I hired you. You t
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