Trust Me On Changes
Our conversation took a more serious turn as I looked at Thomas, meeting his eyes with steady conviction. “Thomas, trust me with what’s coming,” I said firmly. He paused, studying me for a moment before nodding. “I’m with you, Isabella,” he replied, his support clear and unwavering. His backing was a welcome reassurance, strengthening my resolve. The path ahead would demand loyalty and steadiness, and Thomas’s trust was a vital first step. Together, I hoped we could steer things toward the change that was long overdue.
Trust Me On Changes
Derek’s Interruption
Derek barged in unannounced, wearing a falsely innocent expression as if everything were perfectly normal. “Is this a private chat, or can anyone join?” he quipped, his eyes flicking between us. An awkward silence followed, settling over the room like an unwelcome shadow. Thomas and I exchanged brief, uncertain glances, neither of us ready to tip our hand. In that fleeting moment, Derek’s interruption served as a sharp reminder—we needed to move quickly if real change was going to happen.
Derek’s Interruption
