Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 293

Isadora arrived at The Fitzgerald Group headquarters with her two associate directors in tow.

The Fitzgerald Group’s building was an imposing sight, towering into the sky with sleek glass and steel. They were led by a polite assistant up to the 56th floor, to the conference room of the Investments Department.

The room itself was spacious, easily seating close to fifty people. Floor-to-ceiling windows lined one wall, offering a direct view of Capitolion’s most iconic landmarks.

As Isadora settled into her chair, a mix of emotions churned inside her. The last time she’d gathered her nerve to come here, it had been to search for proof that Victor still had even a shred of feeling for her. She’d been so close—just one step away. Now, she was back, but as the representative of a partner company, her relationship with Victor reduced to little more than that of strangers.

After a few minutes, the conference room door opened again. Paige Dawson, Director of Investments, swept in with several sharply dressed colleagues. Instinctively, Isadora glanced behind them, but Victor was nowhere to be seen. Only then did her tension begin to ease, her nerves finally settling after a day spent on edge.

Paige was well aware of the recent shakeup inside The Vaughan Group—after all, the Global Project was one of the investments under her division. As always, she put on a warm, professional smile. “Miss Vaughan—oh, I suppose I should say President Vaughan now, shouldn’t I?”

Isadora returned the courtesy with humility. “It’s just a title. And in this case, we’re really just the junior partner.”

“Thanks to The Fitzgerald Group’s investment, the Global Project finally turned a profit in the first quarter,” Isadora continued. “We’re now planning to expand into the eastern overseas market—”

She was interrupted by a knock at the door.

The Executive Office’s chief assistant, Kemp, entered briskly. “President Vaughan, Mr. Fitzgerald would like you to come to his office and present your plans for the next quarter of the Global Project.”

Isadora blinked in surprise. Why would such a small project warrant a personal report in his office?

Paige’s colleagues exchanged confused glances. It was unheard of for President Fitzgerald to spare time for such a minor investment. In all these years, none of them had ever seen him personally request a project leader to present an update.

Kemp opened the door wider and gestured for her to enter.

Isadora hesitated at the threshold, clenching and unclenching her fists before finally stepping inside. The door closed behind her with a soft click.

She realized immediately that Victor wasn’t alone. Several men in suits were gathered around the seating area, clearly in the middle of a meeting.

Victor sat on a black leather armchair, back to the panoramic windows. He wore a charcoal shirt and gray slacks, the top two buttons undone, one leg casually crossed over the other. The other men were seated in two neat rows.

When the door opened, Victor glanced up, his gaze cool and sharp, even more piercing than usual. His dark eyes lingered on Isadora for a few seconds before flicking away, returning to the meeting at hand.

In those few seconds, her heart skipped a beat—she couldn’t help herself. She didn’t understand. He was in the middle of a meeting—so why had he summoned her to report in person?