The sleek black luxury vehicle glided through Havenwood's streets, the evening lights dancing across its polished exterior. Inside the car, I sat beside Isabelle, still processing the events at the gala.
"You look deep in thought," Isabelle said, breaking the comfortable silence between us.
I turned to her, admiring how the passing streetlights illuminated her perfect features in rhythmic intervals. "Just reflecting on how you handled Leopold Shepherd. You make these power plays look effortless."
She smiled, a genuine expression that softened her usually composed demeanor. "Years of practice. Leopold will be an excellent connection for you. His influence extends beyond just Havenwood's banking sector."
"And you think I can actually help his wife?" I asked.