PART 2
Victor did not raise his voice when the name finally surfaced. 
That was what made Isla’s stomach tighten.
He just stared at the panel beside the wall, then looked at the locked office door like he was replaying every second she had spent inside it.
“Someone wanted me to find you like that,” he said.
Not embarrassed.
Not exposed.
Placed.
That single word changed everything. 
Because humiliation was one thing.
Being used as bait inside a mafia boss’s private office was something else entirely.
Isla should have walked away then.
Any sane woman would have.
But the way Victor’s jaw locked told her this was no random setup, and the way his hand stayed far from her body told her something even more dangerous.
He was furious for her, not at her.
Then he asked the question no one else had bothered to ask all day.
“Who knew you were coming here?”
The room went colder after that. 
Because Isla suddenly remembered the receptionist’s smile.
Too polished.
Too calm.
Too ready.
And when Victor called downstairs, the woman who checked her in was already gone.
No goodbye.
No explanation.
No camera gap that made sense.
Just a missing employee and a disabled security window during the exact hour Isla had been left alone upstairs. 
Victor did not say what he was thinking next.
He did not have to.
Someone inside his world had staged this.
Someone close enough to access his office.
Someone arrogant enough to believe Isla would break before he looked closer.
But the most dangerous part had not even happened yet.
Because the moment Victor stepped toward her, he finally said the one sentence that made her realize this was no longer just her father’s mess.
It was personal now. 
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