Page 112 of Isabela

We have the entire floor, but for some reason, the room I need is on the other side of the building. I’m completely turned around before I finally find it, and that’s only because I got lucky when I opened up a door, I thought it could be.

Rolling my eyes at myself, I flick the hall light on as I walk in. The door stays open as I rifle through the mess inside. I don’t want to deal with the anxiety and panic a closed door may lead to.

God, what the hell?

“Where are you?” I mutter, standing on a step stool to look at an upper shelf. I’m wearing heels with a pencil skirt and an electric blue shirt.

Corporate America approved and all.

The door slams shut behind me, making me gasp as I grab the shelf next to me in surprise. Fuck.

“Hello?” I call out just as the lights go out. My breaths come quicker as I struggle to stay in control. “I’m in here, hello!”

I swear I can hear giggling as I try to step down off the stool. Fuck, this was on purpose. Unfortunately, my heel overbalances me, and I fall in a tangle of limbs onto the floor. Grunting in pain, I use the ache in my hip to ground myself, as I get onto my hands and knees and crawl in the direction of the door.

My vision is fucked from the bright light of the closet to being plunged into darkness, and the door doesn’t allow any light to escape. My breath comes in pants as I think of Gael. I need to keep it together.

Maybe it's a mistake. I just hallucinated the evil fucking giggle. God, whoever did this is so getting fired.

My fingers touch the smoothness of the door and I walk my hands up to the handle. The first thing I do after firing whoever closed the door on me is internal lighting and some organization of this damn room. The complaining in my head keeps me breathing as I turn the handle.

Fucking locked.

“Okay, haha, let me out!” I call out, banging on the door. This hallway doesn’t have a lot of foot traffic, so I don’t know when I may be found.

Fuck, Harrison will hopefully come find me whenever he’s done.

I turn my thoughts to different torture techniques as I pound on the door, and even though my heart feels as if it’s going to beat out of my chest, I don’t completely break down.

“Hello!” I yell again, starting to feel silly as I bang.

“Isabela?” I hear Harrison, though not in time to move away from the door as I process his presence. Tumbling at his feet, I groan as I turn over onto my back to blink up at him in the light. “Someone stuck a chair under the door.”

That explains why the handle turned, but wouldn’t open the door.

“I hate people,” I mutter as he moves to help me up. Looking around, I see Bridget’s stuck up nose and smug smirk as she glances around the corner before she ducks away. “I can fire people, right?”

“Absolutely, but never on an empty stomach,” he says, throwing his arm around my shoulder. I’m still shaking from my foray in the closet, and Harrison looks down at me worried.

“I have a thing about closed spaces,” I mutter. I can feel tears I didn’t realize I’d shed on my cheeks, and his face turns thunderous.

“Fuck it, we’re firing whoever did this now,” he rumbles.

“I’m pretty sure it was Bridget,” I sigh, swiping my face with the back of my hands. “I also didn’t find any paper, so this was a wasted trip. The closet is a mess.”

“Well you’re not fixing it today, but I’ll make sure someone does,” he says, pulling me into motion. “I have a stash of chocolate in my office too, so let’s get your blood sugar back up and then fire this bitch, shall we?”

Eyes wide, I nod as this force of nature marches me through the office. I think it may be a requirement for the men of the Eagna Society to be solid humans. They don’t take shit, and seem to just have a way of handling things.

Entering Harrison’s office, he hands me tissues and then opens his desk drawer, pulling out a basket of chocolate bars.

“Don’t tell my wife,” he says with a wink as he places it on the desk. “Now, I’m going to go ask her to come in here. Take your time, and maybe call Gael real fast, because I’d want to know if something happened to my girl.”

Harrison strides out of the room, leaving me wide-eyed as I clean myself up. I guess he’s not as against Gael, Aria and I as I thought. Choosing a mini Snickers bar out of the basket, I move to the phone, picking up the handset before calling Gael.

“Hello?” Gael answers. “Harrison, is Isa alright?”

“It’s me,” I tell him. “I’m fine. I feel a little embarrassed to be honest.”

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