* Isabella *
The air inside the Vanguard Capital headquarters always smelled clean, like brand new carpet and cool air conditioning. My office was huge. The walls were made of hard, grey concrete, and the furniture was made of dark steel. There were no pictures of flowers or happy memories on my desk. There was only a fast computer and stacks of business papers. This place was my fortress. I built it to protect myself, and I built it to destroy the people who hurt me.
Maya Lin walked into the room without knocking. Her bright red jacket stood out against my quiet, grey walls. She carried a tablet in her left hand and a thin paper folder in her right. She looked worried.
"Bella," Maya said, setting the folder down on my steel desk. "We have an issue. Our legal network just flagged an unu
