Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 99

Chapter 100

Isadora was ushered into a lavish office by Kemp.

A secretary quickly brought in a glass of water, setting it down on the desk before quietly slipping out.

Kemp offered a polite smile. "Please have a seat, Miss Vaughan. Mr. Fitzgerald is in a meeting, but he'll be with you shortly."

With that, he left her alone in the room.

Isadora settled onto the couch, letting her gaze wander.

This office, she thought, was so unmistakably Victor.

Along one wall stood an entire row-hundreds, it seemed of limited-edition

model cars, each one gleaming under the soft light.

Isadora didn't doubt for a second that Victor owned every single one of these cars in real life.

Her mind drifted back to that day Victor had taken her racing, the world flying by in a blur of color and wind, his easy confidence as clear in her memory as if he were right beside her now.

A flicker of longing tugged inside her; she wanted to feel that rush again.

picked up one of

back down, her eyes caught on a photograph propped up on Victor's

little girl and

She looked

a puppy-scruffy white fur, a little thin, lying motionless on the floor. Even in the photo, it

head. She wore a blue and white dress, patched at the seams, and her cheek was smudged with dirt. Both the girl and

felt jarringly out of place in such a luxurious, carefully

closer

lean man lounged in the doorway, his posture relaxed but unmistakably

and for a moment their

was sharp and unreadable, those dark eyes giving nothing away except for

the collar undone, sleeves pushed up in careless elegance, and black tailored trousers that emphasized the long lines of his legs. On his wrist, a

felt the full force of his presence-almost

and strode into

voice was cool, edged with something hard. "Miss Vaughan. To what do I owe the

name-Miss Vaughan-with a crisp, cutting finality, each syllable

what she'd

man could

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