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.

knew

Pearl's voice on the other end was cold and clear: If Janet breathed a word about

tangled up in family feuds among the rich and powerful. She just wanted to keep her head down

now, she kept her mouth shut and

thin air. Seeing Janet's reluctance, she

"Alright, you can go."

had the

could present it herself

and her purse, she headed down to the parking

drove straight

a red light, a thought suddenly struck her: She'd already met Victor twice, so why hadn't she asked for his contact information? With someone like Victor in her network-even if she never needed his help it was always good to

later, Isadora arrived

to the reception desk. "Hi, could you help me get in

receptionist barely looked up, her tone polite but practiced. She'd seen plenty of people trying

"And you are...?"

from Vaughan

widened ever so

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

didn't matter. The executive office had made it clear: No

"I'm afraid

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

"I'm sorry, but we don't accept appointments. If we did that

posted at every door. There was no

get to Victor, how

you can't make