VANESSA'S POV:
Chaos was reigning in my house currently. I paced back and forth, my heels clicking against the marble floor. Victor's voice still echoed in my mind from our last conversation.
"You're running out of time, Vanessa," he'd said. "If you can't deliver results, I'll take matters into my own hands."
I clenched my fists. The benefactor's growing impatience was palpable, and it was making me reckless.
I grabbed my phone and dialed my assistant. "Get me everything you can on Isabella Sterling. I don't care how you do it—just find something I can use."
My assistant hesitated on the other end. "Vanessa, we've already combed through her history. There's nothing left."
"Then dig deeper!" I snapped. "Everyone has secrets. Find hers, or don't bother coming in tomorrow."
