Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 72

Isadora, it seemed, was no fool.

On the contrary, she understood business operations better than most of them.

Valery, on the other hand, had just been called out by Isadora in front of everyone. Her face flushed an ugly shade of purple, the kind that only comes from stifled humiliation.

Valery wasn't just some ordinary employee-she was a senior figure, one of the founding members of the Vaughan Group. Isadora, who hadn't even been in the business as long as Valery had been alive, actually had the nerve to question her competence.

Valery's brows knit together, her voice tight with anger.

"Ms. Vaughan, what makes you so sure we haven't made an effort? If every store performed this poorly and we bailed them out each time, do you think the mall would survive? Why don't you stick to shuffling papers in your office and leave the on-the-ground management to those of us who've been around a while?"

Her words were a not-so-subtle dig, implying that Isadora was just an armchair executive with no real experience, and she ought to stop meddling.

Isadora gave a cold, dismissive laugh, her gaze sweeping over Valery with icy indifference.

promotional activities and exactly which

Valery's turn to

this year. In fact, it hadn't been for several years running. All the coveted slots for special promotions had gone to brands who'd slipped

Isadora saw that report, she'd immediately realize how unfairly resources had been distributed. It was obvious-Isadora was targeting her, and she wasn't even the head of the Vaughan Group yet.

jaw. She couldn't let Isadora become the

with the other managers to continue their walk-through of the

were twice as alert and careful as before. No one dared try

Brown stepped forward. "Ms. Vaughan, just ahead is Lorien Footwear. It's a luxury brand from Northmarch; all their shoes are custom-designed and have become a favorite among the city's socialites. They're one of

the report, flipping through it as she walked,

a sharp, commanding female voice rang out from one of the stores. "Isadora! Get in

rose-colored velvet dress, large floral patterns swirling across the fabric. On her arm hung

was none other than Magnus's

glances. The way she called out sounded less like a greeting, and more like a mistress summoning her