Chapter 56 Fired

• The sleek silver Bentley purred to a halt in the driveway of Liam Callahan's penthouse, the engine falling silent as Liam cut the ignition. A wave of exhaustion washed over him, a stark contrast to the usually invigorating feeling he got when he returned home. He had left for the office at the crack of dawn, feeling the familiar fire of ambition in his belly, but now, a creeping dread replaced it.
• He stepped out of the car, the cool morning air hitting him like a slap. The penthouse, its glass facade reflecting the fading twilight, seemed to mock him with its sterile perfection. He pushed open the heavy glass doors, the sound of his entrance echoing in the cavernous space.
• Isabelle sat at the breakfast table with the morning sunlight illuminating her long, dark hair, and the delicate lines of her face. She was lost in a book, a mug of steaming coffee resting on the counter. At the sound of his entrance, her head shot up, her eyes wide with surprise.