Isabella slipped her tablet into her leather portfolio and turned to Liam. "Come with me," she said, her tone making it clear this wasn't a request. "I want you to observe everyone in that room—particularly Seraphina and Jeremy. Note their reactions, their body language, any exchange of glances."
Liam nodded, already understanding. "You think they've formed an alliance?"
"I think nothing is coincidental anymore," Isabella replied, striding toward the door. "And I don't appreciate surprises on my calendar."
They walked down the corridor together, maintaining a professional distance even as their synchronized steps betrayed years of working in tandem. As they approached the conference room's glass doors, Isabella caught sight of the assembled group inside—Samuel Davies and his legal team on one side of the table, and on the other, Seraphina and Jeremy deep in conversation, heads bent together over a document.
