Compliment or insult.

TWO YEARS LATER

The day was bright and from how open Isabelle's office was it was obvious. Sunlight streamed into the modern chic office, with white furniture and a very laid-back but luxurious design. Focused on her laptop she wasn't looking very different from her office as well. Clad in a white jumpsuit with a high ponytail she looked like a dream. All until she saw the news, the headlines.

'Quing empire Chairman dies at 89.'

Isabelle froze, she could not believe it at first. So she went and checked different blogs, different online magazines, and even the ones she knew were totally trustworthy all said the same thing. Chairman Quing was dead. He was really dead.

"Isabelle?" Her closest friend and a business associate called out as he walked into her office. "Isabelle?!" He said more forcefully this time, but she was just frozen before her laptop.