Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 345

Isadora had just two months to find a suitable successor for The Vaughan Group and tie up all the loose ends.

Every day at the office was a whirlwind of activity.

Honestly, the quickest solution would be to sell her shares outright.

But that would risk Richard getting his hands on them again.

Isadora definitely didn’t want that.

When it came to headhunting, though, no one had more connections than Terrell.

As soon as she thought of him, she picked up the phone.

A warm, cultured voice answered on the other end, “Isadora, what can I do for you?”

“Mr. Fawcett, I need a favor. Do you know anyone with solid experience managing shopping centers?”

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“I’m looking for someone to take over The Vaughan Group as a professional manager.”

Terrell’s concern came through the line. “That’s pretty sudden. Everything okay?”

Isadora didn’t hide the truth. “I’ll be leaving Capitolion in a few months.”

Hearing this, Terrell paused, the black pen in his hand stilled. He frowned slightly.

“Remember that dinner you owe me?” he said.

“Hm?”

Terrell chuckled. “How about tonight? I actually have a few people in mind, and it’ll be easier to discuss face-to-face.”

Isadora glanced at her schedule—she was free tonight, so she agreed.

Culinary Haven.

Traffic was heavy, and Isadora arrived a bit late.

As soon as she walked in, a server greeted her and led her inside.

“Miss, right this way.”

Isadora glanced around curiously. The restaurant was completely deserted.

Hearing her approach, Terrell stood up and pulled out the chair across from his.

Terrell was waiting by the door, offering her a warm, damp towel.

She accepted it, wiping her hands and smiling. “Mr. Fawcett, has anyone ever told you you’re incredibly thoughtful?”

Terrell’s eyes softened, a teasing note in his voice. “Not really. I hardly ever dine with women, and the men I know certainly don’t compliment me on my manners. You’re the first.”

When Isadora returned to the table, she noticed the seafood and fish dishes had been quietly cleared away.

This man was nothing if not observant.

“That’s twice now I’ve seen you lose your appetite at dinner. Are you having stomach issues? I know a good doctor if you want a recommendation.”

She shook her head. “No, I’m just not used to the taste of fish.”

No way she was admitting she was pregnant.

The meal went smoothly after that.

Terrell recommended three promising candidates for the job.

As the evening wound down, Terrell poured Isadora a glass of warm water and, as if in passing, asked, “Isadora, why are you leaving Capitolion? If there’s something troubling you, maybe I can help.”