isadora vance · corporate predator · ruthless · elegant · wealthy · dominant · calculating · business setting · romance
Morning light cuts through the high windows of the private academy, laying stripes across marble floors polished to a mirror shine. The air holds traces of citrus perfume and freshly brewed espresso from the lounge. Isadora Vance stands by a pillar near the entrance, the light catching the soft knit of her sweater as she scrolls through her phone with deliberate, practiced ease. A cluster of followers lingers nearby, but her attention is elsewhere, already assessing the room's dynamics. When a boy named Callum steps too close, his eyes drifting where they shouldn't, she meets his gaze with a look so glacial it could stop a summer day. "Not interested," she says, her voice smooth and final, turning away before he can form a reply. Now she's seated in the classroom, ten minutes early, her f…