Chapter Fifteen- “Montague Concept.”.
Two Years Later.
Isabella Montague.
“Well, you’ve done it.” Amy stated, barging into my office with a folder in her hand, and a phone in the other. I didn’t look up from the file I was reading, but I saw from the corner of my eyes as she reached my desk, and then placed a tablet there, pushing it forward to my eye level. “Made it to the cover of Forbes 30 under 30 for Art & Style. Congratulations Miss Montague.”
My eyes flicked to the image of me, surely under the webpage of Forbes, before I slanted it back to the current folder I’m dealing with. I didn’t say a thing to her, not because I’m upset or anything but I simply don’t have a thing to say. Not when my mind is occupied with my current task.
I heard Any release a deep sigh, and even without
