Isabella's office was located in the downtown business district, forty stories above the city streets. When Barry arrived, she was waiting for him in her private conference room, which overlooked the entire city. She was wearing a gray business suit, her hair pulled back in a tight bun, and her expression was unreadable.
"You look terrible," she said, which was true. Barry hadn't shaved, hadn't changed clothes, and hadn't slept in twenty-four hours.
"My wealth is disappearing," Barry said, getting straight to the point. "Someone created the glitch that made me rich, and now they're systematically destroying it. And I think you might know something about who they are."
Isabella didn't look surprised. She walked to the window and stared out at the city for a long moment before responding.
