Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 32

She started working at The Vaughan Group.

After reconnecting with the Vaughan family, it was her grandmother who insisted she join the company.

Initially, she agreed because she wanted to make up for the lost twenty years and rebuild her relationship with the family.

Three years ago, she’d joined The Vaughan Group anonymously. Through sheer talent and hard work, she’d worked her way up to brand manager.

When she arrived at the office, she headed straight to her workspace.

Janet, her assistant, was waiting at the door. "Ms. Vaughan, the chairman wants to see you."

She nodded in acknowledgment.

The Vaughan family owned a chain of shopping malls—the first seven floors of the building were dedicated to retail. The company’s offices were above that, with the executive suites on the top floor—floor twenty-seven.

Isadora walked down the corridor and stopped outside Richard’s office, giving the door a firm knock.

A deep, commanding voice called from inside, "Come in."

Isadora pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Richard sat behind a marble-topped desk, his expression unreadable. He glanced up at her, then tossed a folder onto the desk.

"Our Global Project’s bank loan just came through. They’ve approved only two hundred million—we’re still short by four hundred million. I need you to talk to Magnus and ask him to help us out. Once we break into the new market, we’ll pay Wainwright Holdings back."

Isadora took the folder and skimmed through it.

The Global Project was Richard’s brainchild—he’d poured the last two years into it, even sending her brother, Prescott, to Argentia for a year just to oversee logistics.

Isadora herself had done extensive research. The whole family had invested enormous time and effort into this project. Now, everything was ready—except the final piece of the puzzle.

"Mr. Vaughan, Magnus and I have broken up. I’m not going to ask him for this, and even if I did, it’s a huge amount. There’s no guarantee he’d agree."

Richard’s expression darkened; he stood, radiating authority.