The stares followed her like heat lamps all the way to HR.Nobody said anything, of course. But she caught the sidelong glances, the quick whispers the second her heels clicked past.It didn’t take a genius to know what they were thinking:Didn’t Sinclair just roast her alive in the boardroom?Now she’s heading to HR? Is this a walk to collect her severance?Their eyes burned into her back until she reached the frosted-glass doors.Great. Perfect. If this were a Korean drama, there would be dramatic background music right now.Instead, Isabella got the receptionist’s raised brows as she slid the new contract across the desk like it was a loaded gun.“Chairman Sinclair has… appointed you as his personal secretary?” the HR rep asked, her tone carefully neutral. The kind of neutral that actually meant: Are you sure you didn’t hallucinate that?“Yes,” Isabella said, smiling politely. “Apparently.”The woman blinked. Then printed out a stack of papers, still giving Isabella that how are yo
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