Chapter 217

"Hello, Mr. Oakley. I'm Isadora, head of Seafarer Designs. May I borrow a moment of your time to talk?"

Jonathan Oakley turned away from his conversation, glancing up at Isadora.

She had softly curled hair, delicate pale skin, and striking features-bright eyes, a radiant smile, and an understated elegance that made her stand out far more than any of the women in the club, despite her minimal makeup.

Jonathan's interest was piqued. He casually nudged aside the woman in the short skirt sitting next to him.

Seafarer Designs?

The name rang a bell. Normally, a small firm like that would just participate in the preliminary selection rounds.

But then Abbott had called him to discuss a few things.

Jonathan had decided to do Abbott a favor and told his people to put the process on hold.

"Oh? Seafarer Designs?" he echoed, playing coy.

Isadora caught the hint of recognition in his eyes and brightened.

"Yes. Our firm was supposed to compete as usual, but your project manager abruptly pulled us from the list. That's why I've come to you directly, Mr. Oakley- to ask if you'd give us a fair shot."

a sly smile playing at his lips. "And how

a designer who graduated from NYU and has five years of professional experience. Allowing us to compete

sidled back up, pouting flirtatiously. "Mr. Oakley, don't

a hand affectionately over her

he said with deliberate mischief, "How about this- you

nearby, looked on in

table, where five large

and had never seen business conducted like this. Why did negotiating always seem

"I'm not much of a

of red wine and downed it in

glass?" Jonathan scoffed,

you really think a

mood. If

The commotion drew attention.

as people stopped

her courage. "Mr. Oakley, Isadora's just one person. If she drinks any more, she'll faint. I

gaze shifted

and innocent, like a college

split into

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