Isabelle's attention was barely on the papers she was there to sign, she simply followed behind as the CEO's men did the final rounds to make sure everything was complete and okay. She had an idea of what Asher intended to say, in fact, she felt it.
Two years ago she was attacked by a mob and eggs weren't the only things she had to endure. She hated to admit it, she hated to think about and as much as she pushed it down, though she got over it, if she was thinking about it now does that mean she failed in this life as well? She thought she was strong enough, she had broken out of the stereotype set for her by this useless author yet she found herself going back to that scared little girl who craved protection more than anything. No, she didn't just crave protection, she craved Asher.
Shit!"
