Ana's POV
I was reviewing some design proposals in my office when I heard a commotion echoing from downstairs. The sound was distant but unmistakable—shouting, chaos, the kind of disturbance that makes an entire building pause.
Setting down my pen, I moved to my office window that overlooked the employee cafeteria. What I saw made my stomach drop. Through the glass, I could see Isobel in the center of a crowd, her face twisted with rage as security personnel approached her. Several employees were backing away, and I noticed paramedics rushing in.
I hurried downstairs, staying at a safe distance but close enough to hear fragments of what was happening.
"She just snapped!" one employee was saying to another. "Started screaming about gossip and lies, then threw boiling soup right at them!"
"Did you see how she completely lost it? Those poor people got burned!"
