Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel 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.

But she knew who had.

That day, when Isadora was out, Janet had tried to intervene. 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 goodbye.

Janet was fresh out of college. She had no interest in getting tangled up in family feuds among the rich and powerful. She just wanted to keep her head down and collect her paycheck.

So now, she kept her mouth shut and pretended to know nothing.

Isadora knew very well the report hadn’t just disappeared into thin air. Seeing Janet’s reluctance, she chose not to press further.

“Alright, you can go.”

Fortunately, she had the report memorized.

She could present it herself if she had to.

Grabbing her car keys and her purse, she headed down to the parking garage.

She drove straight to Fitzgerald Enterprises.

While waiting at a red light, a 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 options. How could she have been so careless? Now she was stuck making another trip just to track him down.

Half an hour later, Isadora arrived at Fitzgerald Enterprises.

She walked up to the reception desk. “Hi, could you help me get in touch with Mr. Fitzgerald?”