Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 206

Isadora's first official day on the job began the next morning.

Following the address Rowena had sent her, she found herself standing in front of a rather shabby office building. She took the elevator up to the third floor, and after spotting the "Seafarer Designs" sign on one of the doors, she let herself in.

A young woman at the front desk immediately stood up when she saw Isadora walk in, eyeing the newcomer with polite curiosity.

Isadora's outfit was understated but elegant—a blue, mid-length blouse paired with a crisp white pencil skirt. A narrow gray belt accentuated her slim waist, and a black designer purse rested on her shoulder. Her whole presence gave off a cool, refined air.

"Hi there, are you looking for our manager?" the receptionist asked.

Isadora glanced around the space. The office was small, maybe just over a thousand square feet, with two tiny private offices and one open workspace. There were only five desks in the main room, and two of them were piled high with rolls of white drafting paper-abandoned designs, by the look of it, likely rejected by clients.

This was even more dismal than she'd expected.

I'm here

moment, Rowena emerged from one of the offices, beaming. "Isadora,

to introduce her. "Wendy, this is Seafarer Designs' new partner-your other boss, actually. You

look. "Nice to meet you, Isadora. I'm Ms.

watch and realized she was running late. “Isadora, I have a meeting with a potential client about

nodded. "Of course. Go

headed out, but paused at the door. "Oh, by the way, the

and eager to help. She gave Isadora an enthusiastic rundown of the company's history, from its founding

no clients. None. She couldn't help but wonder if her ex-husband had deliberately tried to sabotage them. Every time

this month, Seafarer Designs might not even make it to the next. And even if it did, given how things were going, the company wouldn't survive

desk, propping her head on one hand, sifting through names of potential clients in her mind. Her other hand idly traced lines on