Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 239

Victor had been given the honor of the center seat in the conference room—a rare concession for someone of his stature.

He lounged back with effortless composure, one leg crossed over the other, his long legs wrapped in immaculate black slacks. There was an easy confidence about him, his dark eyes reflecting the overhead lights with a casual, almost indifferent shimmer. But his gaze eventually settled on the woman standing at the front of the room.

The atmosphere shifted the moment he entered. Suddenly, everyone in the room seemed to sit up straighter, as if the air itself had grown heavier.

Despite Victor’s relaxed demeanor—there wasn’t a trace of sternness about him—he somehow commanded everyone’s attention. Even without trying, his presence put the entire room on alert.

Seated beside him were several shareholders involved in Horizon Architects’ investment project.

Howard, the deputy standing next to Jonathan, swallowed nervously as he took in the scene. “Mr. Oakley, why is President Fitzgerald here all of a sudden?”

“Horizon Architects is just one of many minor projects The Fitzgerald Group invests in, and we’re only at the stage of selecting a design firm. He’s got far bigger things on his plate—why would he bother showing up?”

Jonathan shot him a look. “You don’t get it. This proves Mr. Fitzgerald values the Horizon Architects project. We need to put our best foot forward—show him that whether it’s picking a design firm or anything else, our team is top-notch.”

At the front of the room, Isadora mentally rehearsed her presentation. She’d been ready to start, but the sudden arrival of Victor Fitzgerald had interrupted her momentum.

Addressing a room of nearly fifty people didn’t faze her; she was used to it. But now, with Victor sitting dead center, his eyes fixed on her, it was different.

His gaze was intense, twin sparks in the dark, and—maybe it was the angle, maybe her nerves—she almost thought she saw a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

For a moment, Isadora was transported back to her school days, standing on stage while a teacher watched from the audience, ready to critique every word. The nerves prickled at her scalp.

Jonathan made his way to Victor’s side, his stocky frame dropping into a crouch.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, Horizon Architects has already shortlisted two renowned design firms. We just need one more candidate. So today, we’ve invited the two firms to present their proposals again, and we’ll make our selection based on these presentations.”