ISABELLA’S POV
Monday came in like a semi-truck.
Agnes was still in my kitchen in her silk robe, fuzzy slippers, and warlord energy. She’d been pacing since 7AM with two phones, a laptop, and three tabs open titled "How to Intimidate Rich People Without Getting Arrested."
“I’m telling you, Bella, whoever sent that message—Anastasia, the Dragon Queen, Satan with acrylics—I’m gonna handle them. You just focus on work. Let me take care of these credit-card-carrying dementors.”
I sipped my coffee. “Agnes…I thought we talked about this yesterday. Just drop the issue.”
She held up a USB stick like it was a murder weapon. “No way. They call me Tech Demon for a reason.”
“Who calls you that?”
“I call me that. And that’s enough.”
I laughed, setting down my mug and grabbing my bag. “If you ha
