Isabelle stared out of her penthouse window, the city lights reflecting off her glass of red wine.
The board's decision to suspend her had been a public humiliation, but Isabelle Langford was not a woman who surrendered easily. Defeat was merely a temporary inconvenience.
Her mind raced as she considered her options. The media storm had cost her allies, and the revelation of her secrets had weakened her position.
But she still had resources—hidden ones.
There were people who owed her favors, and others who would do anything for the right price.
She picked up her phone and dialed a familiar number. The voice on the other end answered after the second ring.
"Langford," the voice said, gravelly and cold.
"I have a job for you," Isabelle replied, her tone devoid of emotion. "It's time to remind certain individuals why they shouldn't cross me."
"Names?"
"Williams and Emily Carter."