She was hungover, Isabella admitted as she glared at the computer screen on Tuesday morning. She was hungover and her head was pounding. She had come home to multiple text messages from Evgeni demanding to know where she was, who she was with and why she was ignoring him.
She had asked Clara to intervene yet again. She looked at her ringing desk phone and wondered if she’d dredged up her sister-in-law by just thinking of her as she recognized the extension. “Hey Clara – “
“Get your ass up here now.”
The phone line went dead, and Isabella was admittedly surprised. It was a rare occasion for Clara to be so angry with her.
She immediately made her way to the top floor and noted Clara’s admin assistant was nowhere to be seen. She knocked once on the door and then went in at Clara’s command
