Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 41

The next morning, Isadora was in her office, searching everywhere for the investment report on the Global Project.

She spent the entire morning turning the place upside down, but the report was nowhere to be found.

Her original plan had been simple: bring the business proposal to Victor, lay out the facts in a strictly professional manner, and see if he was interested in investing.

If that didn't work, well... She'd swallow her pride and remind him about that favor

he owed her. After all, Victor had promised her himself.

But now the report had vanished.

She was certain she'd left it right on her desk.

She'd even stayed late the previous night to put the finishing touches on it.

"Janet, has anyone been in my office the past couple of days?"

Janet lingered in the doorway, looking uneasy.

"No one's been in your office, Ms. Vaughan."

Isadora narrowed her eyes, fixing Janet with a stare that lasted several seconds. She didn't say a word.

Janet squirmed under the scrutiny, her scalp prickling. She didn't dare say anything else.

Janet wasn't the one who'd stolen the report.

she knew

on the other end was cold and clear: If

was fresh out of college. She had no interest in getting tangled up in family feuds among the rich and powerful. She just wanted to keep her head down and collect

now, she kept her mouth shut and pretended to know

knew very well the report hadn't just disappeared into thin

"Alright, you can go."

she had the report

herself if she had

her car keys and her purse, she headed down to the

straight

network-even if she never needed his help it was always good to have options. How could she

Isadora arrived

walked up to the reception desk. "Hi, could you help me

seen plenty of people trying to get a

"And you are...?"

from Vaughan

ever so slightly. "From the Vaughan

thought dryly. She gave Isadora a quick once-over. At least this one was prettier than

matter. The executive office had made it clear: No meetings, no

a perfect, professional smile, the receptionist replied, "I'm afraid Mr. Fitzgerald

a message, so when he's back you could let him

face was blank. "I'm sorry, but we don't accept appointments. If we did that for everyone, our

the opulent lobby, security posted at every door. There was no way she could

to Victor, how was she supposed to

sure you can't make an exception? This is