Bella stood stiffly in front of him, dressed in her Isaac disguise, wearing a white shirt, black slacks, and her hair tied back neatly under a wig. She was late, frustrated, and completely unaware that she looked far too adorable when angry.
Leo stood near her desk, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a file he wasn't even reading. His tone was cool, but the faint curve of his lips betrayed his amusement. "Why are you late, Mr. Isaac Snow?" he asked, his voice smooth and authoritative—the kind that made everyone else in the room go silent immediately.
Bella glared at him. "Sir, I got late because of traffic," she said through gritted teeth, forcing her voice to sound deeper like a man's, though it came out soft and slightly trembling.
