Isabella POV
I stood outside the Sterling Industries boardroom at six-fifty AM, watching through the glass walls as board members filed in with the grim expressions of people about to attend an execution. My execution, specifically.
"You don't have to do this alone," Damien said quietly beside me, his presence both comforting and dangerous. "I can be in there with you."
"No." I straightened my shoulders, checking my reflection in the glass one last time. The woman staring back looked like a CEO, sharp black suit, hair pulled into a severe chignon, red lipstick that could cut glass. "This is my fight. My board. My company."
"Our company," he corrected, his hand finding the small of my back with possessive warmth. "And if they think they can remove my co-CEO without consequences, they're about to learn otherwise."
