The car cut through the city, the low hum of the engine filling the silence. Isabella sat with her arms crossed, fingers tapping lightly against her elbow, her mind still tangled in the aftermath of the board meeting. It wasn't just about control—it was about power. And if she let them dictate her finances, she might as well hand over the company.
Liam sat beside her in the back seat, while Marcus drove. Liam glanced at her, studying her expression. He didn't need to ask how it went. The way she carried herself—rigid, lost in thought—said everything.
After a while, she spoke. "I need a plan."
Liam's brow lifted slightly. "That's new."
She turned her head, giving him a sharp look. "Don't start."
"Not starting. Just noticing." He shifted in his seat. "You're usually the one calling the shots. Not looking for help."
She exhaled, shaking her head. "They want to bring in financial oversight. If that happens, I lose control."
