Isla POV
It was Monday and I stood watching my department prepare for the meeting with Lucian. I wasn't the only one panicking.
The meeting had come completely out of nowhere.
Gerald was visibly nervous, taking his frustration out on a nearby coworker, sweating and muttering under his breath as he paced. Every few seconds his eyes darted to the closed meeting room door like he was waiting for something he already knew was coming.
He caught me watching him.
"What are you looking at? Get prepared!" He snapped, turning away before I could respond.
Obviously still furious about my refusal to do his extra work.
I watched him go.
Now that I thought about it - could that be why this meeting was called?
We were called in shortly after.
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We all settled into the large meeting room, every member of my department present, eyes fixed on the empty seat at the head of the table.
The door opened.
Every head turned.
But it wasn't Lucian.
A tall woman stepped inside - dark brown skin, long natural hair, an easy confidence in the way she carried herself. But despite that confidence she looked slightly bashful as she scanned the room.
"Sorry," she said quietly. "I'm new. I was told I needed to be here."
I blinked.
I had never seen her before. Not in this life and not in my last one.
The future was already shifting. Things were changing that I hadn't anticipated.
She scanned the room and her eyes landed on me - seated alone, empty chairs on either side, the way I always ended up. She walked over without hesitation and sat beside me.
I froze.
Someone had voluntarily sat beside me.
"Hello!" she said brightly.
I didn't know what to do with her energy. She was confident and warm and drawing every eye in the room without trying - the kind of person who walked into a space and immediately belonged in it.
She reminded me of Vivienne.
I hoped she wasn't.
She glanced around the room at the visible tension and leaned slightly toward me.
"Is it always like this?" she whispered.
"Only when someone's about to get fired," I said quietly.
She blinked. Then a small smile crossed her face like she was trying not to laugh.
I glanced across the room. Vivienne had already noticed us. Our eyes met briefly and she gave me a small wave that didn't reach her eyes.
I looked away.
I just needed this meeting to start.
On cue the door opened.
Lucian walked in, laptop in hand, expression unreadable. He took his seat without greeting anyone, opened his documents and scanned them in silence.
The room held its breath.
"I'm sure you're all aware of the upcoming business gala," he said finally.
The gala. The same one Ronan had used to launch himself in my last life. The one I had quietly built his entire pitch for and watched him walk away with investors while I sat at home.
Not this time.
Lucian leaned forward, his eyes settling on Gerald.
"The documents prepared for this event are not sufficient. The quality doesn't meet the standard I expect for investor presentations." He turned the folder over on the table. "Mr Marsh. Can you explain this."
I went rigid in my seat.
The girl beside me noticed. "You okay?" she whispered.
I nodded without answering.
"My apologies Sir." Gerald straightened. "I'll speak to my team and we can redo everything-"
"It isn't the team's work." Lucian cut him off quietly. "I placed you in this position because of your attention to detail Mr Marsh. The quality has dropped significantly compared to your previous submissions."
He paused. "Did you delegate this work to someone else?"
Silence.
I pressed my lips together.
More like he had never done his own work and I had been doing all of it for years.
Then Gerald spoke.
"My apologies." He didn't look at me. Didn't hesitate. "I delegated the work to Miss Montclair."
Every head in the room turned toward me.
I sat completely still, my face calm while my mind went blank with the sheer audacity of it.
I had not touched a single one of his documents.
"Isla was helping with his work this past week," Vivienne added from across the table, her voice soft with manufactured concern, a small apologetic tilt of her head in my direction. "I'm sure she did her best."
Murmurs of agreement rippled around the table.
I opened my mouth.
"I don't remember Mr Vale asking you anything."
The new girl beside me spoke first, arms folded, voice completely calm.
"Very unprofessional to jump in without letting her speak." she added.
I blinked. Someone had come to my defence for the first time and she didn't even know me.
Vivienne looked genuinely thrown. "I - I was only sharing what I observed."
"Well she's not wrong," a coworker said, glancing between Gerald and Lucian. "Isla was always the one doing Mr Marsh's extra work."
Silence.
Gerald flinched.
Lucian tilted his head slowly. "She was doing your work?" His voice dropped. "For how long."
Gerald paled. "It was only for this one Sir-"
"No." I heard my own voice before I decided to use it. "I didn't work on that document Mr Vale. But the previous ones - he always made me work on them. If you want I can show you evidence. I have records of my hours and research."
I pressed my hand over my mouth, shocked by my own outburst.
The room was very quiet.
"I see." Lucian's gaze moved back to Gerald. "So Mr Marsh before Miss Montclair produces that evidence. Who worked on these documents? The current ones and the previous submissions. I don't tolerate dishonesty from people who have worked for me for years."
Gerald had gone completely white.
"I - I worked on this one Sir," he said. "She only helped a little with the previous ones."
"A little," Lucian repeated. He looked down at the document in front of him. "This is what happens when someone does a little."
He closed the folder. "I'm grateful I reviewed this before it reached our competitors."
Gerald opened his mouth. "I've just been so busy Sir - I'm a father, a husband, I have so much going on-"
"Enough." Lucian cut him off and turned his gaze to Vivienne. "And your comment earlier?"
Vivienne blinked. Then she smiled warm, and soft, with the full performance. "I apologise. I may have been mistaken."
She tilted her head with that particular charm that had never once failed her in a room full of people.
Lucian looked at her for exactly one second.
Then he rolled his eyes.
The room went completely still.
I felt my hands shaking in my lap.
His gaze moved to me.
I flinched under the directness of it.
"So you're the one who produced the previous work."
I nodded, warmth rising in my face. "Yes Sir."
"I'm very impressed." He paused. "Though not entirely surprised. You graduated top of your class."
I stared at him. He knew about that. Had he looked that up. "T-Thank you Sir."
He looked back down at his documents.
"You'll be accompanying me to the gala."
