"We had a deal, Isabelle." He stomped about the room soundlessly, but Isabelle didn’t care-he was just a hologram; even if wanted to throw a tantrum, it’d just be for show.
The crack of dawn was nearing and she wasn't even dressed yet. In fact, she'd normally be naked right now if she'd didn't hate looking at her pregnant body; wouldn't that be quite the surprise for this i***t.
"We brought them to Paris, and you were supposed to take care of it from there." The man gritted through his teeth. "How much longer is this going to take?"
The man was tall, in middle of his lifespan with a thick, smooth shaven beard of black and bits of white. His face was hard with experience, and his brow was almost always furrowed whenever Isabelle saw him. He was alright as far as looks go, but what reall
