The next morning, Victor was seated in his stylish office, with the city of Luminaris visible below through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Deep in contemplation, he drummed his fingers on his mahogany desk. Isabelle Turner was about to arrive, and he had to get ready. There was a certain quality about her that made him feel uneasy, a feeling he couldn't fully understand.
Isabelle entered with an opened door, holding a folder and sporting a confident smile. "Mr. Langston, good morning."
"Good morning, Isabelle," Victor said, motioning for her to take a seat. "Shall we begin now?"
While discussing the day's schedule, Victor found himself observing her. She was effective and skilled, but there was a sense of enigma surrounding her. After working for an hour, he chose to investigate further. "So, Isabelle, can you share information about yourself?" Why have you come to Luminaris?
Isabelle stopped briefly, with a hint of something unclear in her eyes - could it be hesitation? She started by saying, "My upbringing was in a small town," being cautious with her choice of words. I relocated to Luminaris in search of improved prospects. And presently, I find myself employed by one of the most powerful individuals in the city.
Victor grinned, but his thoughts were running wild. She responded in a way that was unclear, seeming like she had practiced before. "What about your family?"
"They are not included in the photo," she whispered quietly, her eyes briefly filled with sadness. "I am the only one here now."
Victor opted to shift the topic, noticing her uneasiness. Okay. "Let's talk about the game plan for Blackwell Industries."
While they were discussing the specifics, Victor's phone vibrated. He quickly looked at the screen and noticed a notification from his detective: "Obtained information on Isabelle Turner. Give me a call.
Victor's heart rate increased, but he kept his cool. "Sorry, Isabelle, can I have a moment?" I must answer this phone call. Could you spare a moment for me?
"Sure," she replied, getting up and leaving the office.
Victor called the investigator's phone number. "Once the call was answered, he inquired, 'What do you have for me?'"
She is not dirty, yet there is something intriguing. Her real name is not Isabelle Turner. A couple of years back, she altered it. Although her past is unclear, I discovered a link to a man named Henry Lawson. Does that sound familiar to you?
Victor's heart leaped with excitement. Henry Lawson was a trusted companion of his father and his act of betrayal contributed to the downfall of his family. Victor ordered to continue digging, his thoughts moving quickly. "I require complete knowledge."
Just as Isabelle came back into the office, he ended the call. "Is everything okay?" she inquired, her gaze scanning his face.
"Yes, simply some business issues," Victor responded effortlessly. "Should we proceed?"
While continuing their conversation, Victor's mind was in a state of chaos. Isabelle Turner was not just what she appeared to be, and her relationship with Henry Lawson might have significant implications. He needed to uncover the truth without revealing to her that he was suspicious.
At the conclusion of the day, Victor's mind was filled with unanswered queries. He observed Isabelle departing, her silhouette fading into the busy city. What was her true identity? What was her real intention?
Victor received another message from the investigator on his phone, notifying him of a meeting scheduled for that evening. "I possess additional information."
Victor gazed at the message, feeling a combination of excitement and fear in his chest. Watching the sun go down in Luminaris, he was aware that the coming night held the key to either advancing his revenge or disrupting all of his carefully made plans.