"Isabelle," he greeted, his voice smooth as silk. "I see you got my message." He gestured toward the chair opposite him. "Please, make yourself comfortable."
She stood at the entrance, her posture stiff, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her lips pressed into a thin line, revealing nothing but her sharp, calculating gaze.
"Let's get straight to the point."
Fred's smirk deepened, and he leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other.
"You're a feisty one…" he murmured. Women are always excited to be in the same space with him, talk less of being alone in the same room. But Isabelle wasn't bothered.
"I'm aware you don't know who I am. I see you're just new to this country."
She tilted her head slightly, her lips curling in a half-smirk
"You've been investigating me?"
"When I have my eye on someone, I'm always curious to know more."
Isabelle rolled her eyes.
"Should I be grateful or something?"
