Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 217

“Hello, Mr. Oakley. I’m Isadora, head of Seafarer Designs. May I borrow a moment of your time to talk?”

Jonathan Oakley turned away from his conversation, glancing up at Isadora.

She had softly curled hair, delicate pale skin, and striking features—bright eyes, a radiant smile, and an understated elegance that made her stand out far more than any of the women in the club, despite her minimal makeup.

Jonathan’s interest was piqued. He casually nudged aside the woman in the short skirt sitting next to him.

Seafarer Designs?

The name rang a bell. Normally, a small firm like that would just participate in the preliminary selection rounds.

But then Abbott had called him to discuss a few things.

Jonathan had decided to do Abbott a favor and told his people to put the process on hold.

“Oh? Seafarer Designs?” he echoed, playing coy.

Isadora caught the hint of recognition in his eyes and brightened.

“Yes. Our firm was supposed to compete as usual, but your project manager abruptly pulled us from the list. That’s why I’ve come to you directly, Mr. Oakley—to ask if you’d give us a fair shot.”

Jonathan eyed her with growing interest, a sly smile playing at his lips. “And how exactly are you going to prove you’re worth it?”

“My colleague Rowena is a designer who graduated from NYU and has five years of professional experience. Allowing us to compete would only benefit you, Mr. Oakley.”

The woman in the short skirt sidled back up, pouting flirtatiously. “Mr. Oakley, don’t tell me you’re ignoring me for your new lady friend.”

Jonathan ran a hand affectionately over her cheek. “Don’t worry. You’re still my favorite.”

Then, turning back to Isadora, he said with deliberate mischief, “How about this—you finish these drinks and show me some Seafarer Designs spirit and determination?”

Wendy, standing nearby, looked on in shock.

She glanced at the table, where five large bottles of expensive imported whiskey sat gleaming.

Wendy was fresh out of college and had never seen business conducted like this.

Why did negotiating always seem to end up at the bar?

Isadora kept her composure. “I’m not much of a drinker, but I’ll have this one in your honor.”