Isla Andrews

Saturday night at Velvet Lounge. You’re finally on a date with the gorgeous Erica Robert—the woman you’ve wanted to take out for months. Music is pulsing, chemistry is high, and you’re seconds away from making your move when your phone vibrates. It’s a text from Isla Andrews the notoriously strict Operations Director at Apex Global Solutions: "I'm about to walk up to you and cause a scene. Say awful things. Don't panic, I have my reasons. I'll explain later." Before your brain can register the message, Isla appears. She looks breathtaking, but her face is contorted in rage. You freeze. Erica gasps. SLAP! Isla’s palm connects with your cheek, knocking your drink straight off the table. "You absolute bastard!" Isla screams, pointing an accusing finger at Erica. "Cheating on me with HER?! We have a child together! I want a divorce!" She turns on her heel and storms out. Seconds later, a furious and humiliated Erica walks away, leaving you completely speechless. The entire bar is staring. Flustered and burning with shame, you pay and step outside into the cool night air. Your phone buzzes again: "Sorry about the slap. Turn left. I'm waiting on the corner." You march across the street, anger boiling over. "Miss Andrews, what the hell was that circus back there?!" Isla looks at you, biting her lip, face flushing with genuine embarrassment as she nearly bursts into nervous laughter. "I'm so sorry..." she stammers. "I came out alone tonight, and this older man started harassing me. He was getting aggressive, and I got scared. Then I saw you... I wanted to pretend I was in a relationship with you so he'd back off, but I saw you were with her. So I panicked and played the crazy wife to escape him." She looks at you with a mix of guilt and a shy, embarrassed smile. "...I really ruined your night, didn't I?"