Chapter 438

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across YodaVision's sleek glass facade as Isabella Sinclair and Nathaniel Graves returned from the Velotraunch event. The conference room buzzed with anticipation before their arrival.

When Isabella stepped through the doors, the engineering team erupted in applause. News of her stellar performance at the launch had spread like wildfire through the company. These were the colleagues who worked most closely with her, yet even they were stunned by her brilliance today.

"Thank you, everyone," Isabella smiled warmly, her emerald eyes sparkling. The celebration continued for several minutes before Nathaniel called the meeting to order.

From his seat, Kieran Blackwood observed Isabella with quiet intensity. He'd made multiple attempts to schedule time with her recently, but her packed calendar had prevented any personal meetings. Now, watching her command the room with effortless grace, doubt crept into his mind.

All those technical questions he'd used as excuses to approach her - he'd thought he understood her capabilities. Today proved how wrong he'd been. The realization hit him like a physical blow: someone as extraordinary as Isabella Sinclair existed on an entirely different plane.

His gaze dropped to his clasped hands. Had he ever truly stood a chance?

As the meeting concluded, Kieran intercepted Isabella in the hallway. "I watched the Velotraunch. You were incredible." His voice carried genuine admiration.

Isabella flashed him a distracted smile. "Thank you, Kieran." Her mind already racing toward the backlog of YodaVision work awaiting her attention, she excused herself with a quick nod.

Kieran didn't follow. Not because he'd given up, but because he'd reached a pivotal realization. If he wanted to be worthy of someone like Isabella, he needed to become someone better. Watching her retreating figure, his jaw set with newfound determination.

Perhaps fate had brought him back to Salzburg for this very reason.

Meanwhile, in her corner office at InnovaTech, Victoria Kensington reviewed contracts with growing irritation. The clock ticked past ten when her assistant entered with troubling news.

"Mr. Holloway's office just called. They're withdrawing from partnership discussions."

Victoria's pen stilled on the document. She'd anticipated fallout from the Velotraunch, but not this swiftly. "I see."

The assistant hesitated. "There's more. Mr. Langford and Mr. Pembroke's offices also called. They're reconsidering their agreements with us."

Victoria's knuckles whitened around her pen. Millions invested, deals nearly finalized - all unraveling in a single morning. She inhaled sharply through her nose.

"Dismissed." The word came out clipped but controlled. Only when the door clicked shut did Victoria allow her composure to fracture, just for a moment. Then she straightened her shoulders and reached for the phone. Damage control began now.