C23 ISABELLA'S POV

ISABELLA'S POV

The office felt cold, almost sterile. I hadn’t been here in months, not since Mr. Thompson fired me. Now, here I was, back again, and it felt strange. The weight of the moment pressed down on me as I sat across from him, trying to figure out how to start the conversation. I tapped my fingers nervously on the arm of the chair, and when I glanced up, I caught Mr