Marcus dragged his chair over next to the CEO's seat as well.Isla bowed her thanks and settled carefully into her chair.She sat stiff as a schoolkid on the first day of class hands neatly folded in her lap, back ramrod straight, eyes fixed dead ahead.This is the seat of honor. This is not a chair for someone like me. The guilt of sitting there was almost physical.She glanced sideways at Grayson. His posture radiated the same effortless refinement it always did.Not arrogant, not rushed, not impatient just calm, unhurried authority that filled the whole room without him lifting a finger.Isla, usually confident in her own right, felt reduced to a nervous, clueless intern the moment she sat this close to him.Focused. Serious. Not a hint of a smile. Every inch the domineering CEO.Her heart raced. Even seated, she felt weightless, like the whole scene wasn't quite real.Get it together, Isla.She'd meant to observe him quietly out of the corner of her eye and of course, that was exa
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