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

day, when Isadora was out, Janet had tried to intervene. But just then, she'd gotten a call. Pearl's voice on the other end was cold and clear: If Janet breathed a word about what

fresh out of college. She had no interest in getting tangled up in family feuds among

she kept her mouth shut and pretended to know

the report hadn't just disappeared into thin air. Seeing

"Alright, you can go."

had the

could present it herself if

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

straight to Fitzgerald

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

an hour later, Isadora

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

up, her tone polite but practiced. She'd seen plenty of people trying to get a meeting

"And you are...?"

from

ever so slightly. "From

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

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

"I'm afraid Mr. Fitzgerald isn't in at

appointment? Or maybe leave a message, so when he's back you could let him know Isadora from Vaughan Group came

If we did that

at every door. There was no

if she couldn't get to Victor, how was she supposed to secure the

"Are you sure you can't make an