“Who will do me this favor?” Sophia’s tone dripped with arrogance. Refusal wasn’t an option. As Ethan’s rumored girlfriend, she held power many wanted to share.
Her voice barely rose above the chatter. Yet eager volunteers surged forward instantly. “Miss Reed, let me accompany you!”
A smug smile touched Sophia’s lips. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction. But she ignored the enthusiastic offers. Her gaze fixed on Isabella, sitting quietly in the corner.
Isabella remained still. Her eyes met Sophia’s cold stare. The unspoken challenge hung between them.
Suddenly, all attention shifted to Isabella. The spotlight felt heavy and uncomfortable.
“Why so quiet?” Sophia’s voice was sweet, yet held a sharp edge. “Don’t tell me you’re unwilling to help me.”
Isabella’s fists tightened subtly. She wanted to refuse. Especially now, with her pregnancy, avoiding such dinners was wiser. But before she could speak, Sophia turned to another colleague.
“Ryan, you should join us too.”
Her voice was smooth and inviting. She addressed him with effortless charm.
Ryan Cooper jolted awake from his doze. Eagerness lit his face. “Of course, Miss Reed. It would be my pleasure.”
A cold realization washed over Isabella. Sophia was orchestrating a spectacle. This was a deliberate move to corner her. A power play to force submission. Isabella was the chosen pawn.
She forced a calm expression. Taking a deep breath, she smiled at Sophia. “I’m grateful for the opportunity to support the company, Miss Reed.”
The three made their way to a private dining room. Ryan led the way, steps brisk with importance. Sophia and Isabella followed at a slower pace. Isabella felt Sophia’s eyes studying her. Analyzing every move with curiosity and a hint of victory.
At the door, Sophia stopped abruptly. An apologetic smile didn’t reach her eyes.
“Ryan, Isabella, I apologize for this imposition. As you know, I just returned from the hospital. My heart condition is delicate. The doctor strictly forbids me from drinking. This collaboration is vital. If toasts are required later, I must rely on you both,” she stated, her tone persuasive.
Ryan immediately thumped his chest reassuringly. “No worries, Miss Reed! You’re our valued guest. It’s admirable you’re pushing through despite your illness. Handling the drinks is the least we can do!”
Sophia nodded, clearly satisfied. But her smile faded as she turned to Isabella. Her voice turned sharper. “Isabella, your dedication precedes you. Even before I joined, I heard about your work ethic. The ‘workaholic’ badge is well-known. I trust you’ll handle this with your usual flair, right?”
The term “workaholic” struck Isabella’s heart like a sharp jab. Sophia was intentionally putting her on the spot. Trying to rattle her in front of Ryan.