But she chose to marry Isaac.

This was a man unwilling to relinquish his business empire for her!

Willie opened the door.

Camila emerged.

Everyone was waiting.

Before Camila could speak, a voice broke the silence, full of concern.

"I heard about Mr. Johnston's plane. Is he okay?" The question hung in the air, the weight of the news settling over the gathering.

The mention of the plane crash cast a somber mood over the room, hinting at the grim possibility that Isaac might not have survived.

Camila's gaze swept across the room, pausing briefly on each face.

She took in the range of expressions from worry to disbelief.

"It seems you're already aware from the news," Camila replied calmly, her voice carrying a sense of understanding amidst the unfolding uncertainty. "Two dead bodies were found. Both of them were the pilots of the plane that crashed. While Willie had managed to escape unscathed, deploying his parachute in time, Isaac was now hospitalized, his condition serious. I came to the company with a message from Isaac, a message meant to offer comfort and reassurance. He wanted me to tell you that you don't need to worry about him. He wants you to focus on your work, knowing that he'll pull through."

She talked like her role was Isaac's messenger.

She came on Isaac's instruction.

Reports surfaced about the tragic loss of two pilots and Willie's safety.

He had gotten a single scratch.

It became apparent that Camila's earlier statement held truth.

If Isaac had indeed perished, how could she stand here so composed?

Among the whispers, a voice chimed in, "I heard a rumor about Mr. Johnston's death in the plane crash. Absurd. Mr. Johnston gone? No way. Someone must be spreading these rumors on purpose!"

Camila's gentle smile belied the seriousness of her words. "I won't stand for anyone bad-mouthing my husband. If you do, there'll be consequences. So, if you can't respect that, it's best you find another job."

The room fell quiet.