Chapter 140. One Frame

Isabel’s POV

I’m in the middle of a quick briefing with the heads of each department for the upcoming fashion show, everyone huddled around the oval table in my office. Swatches are being passed, digital models flicker across screens, and fabric samples are laid out like cards at a poker game. I’m about to ask a question about lighting when Christine slides in quietly, pressing her hand against the glass door.

“Ma’am,” she says, voice low but urgent, “someone is here to see you. He said it’s important.”

My brow furrows. “Who is it?”

She hesitates.

I dismiss the team with a nod. “We’ll pick this up later. Keep working as planned.”

They file out, murmuring to one another, a few casting curious glances over their shoulders. The last door click hasn’t even