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 who

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 she'd seen, she could kiss her job at the Vaughan Group

up in family feuds among the rich and powerful. She

she kept her mouth shut and pretended

very well the report hadn't just disappeared into thin air. Seeing Janet's reluctance, she chose not to

"Alright, you can go."

she had

present it herself if she had

and her purse,

straight to

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 have

hour later, Isadora arrived

desk. "Hi, could you help me get in

seen plenty of people trying

"And you are...?"

Isadora from

widened ever so slightly. "From

Isadora a quick once-over. At least this one was prettier than

The executive office had made it clear: No meetings,

a perfect, professional smile, the receptionist replied, "I'm afraid Mr. Fitzgerald isn't in at

maybe leave a message, so when he's back

was blank. "I'm sorry, but we don't accept appointments. If

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

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

"Are you sure you can't