“About Michael Scofield. I'm certain you know I'm in the city because of a business deal with Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise.”Isabelle spilled to divert the angle of the conversation that has long centered on Miss June's somewhat judgmental remark.June let out a slightly heavy exhalation and sat back on the couch. Big sister was ready to hear other shades of the conversation.Isabelle couldn't help but wonder what exactly her sister had in mind. Whatever it was wouldn't be in Michael's favor.She wasn't aware of June's past crush on the COO of Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise. She believed her fury was majorly fueled by their father getting arrested.She hadn't been home for years and couldn't have known if June was crushing on a man their father labeled a rival.Given the fact, that both didn't share a strong bond while growing up. June didn't reveal about her past feelings for Michael in a phone conversation.June stared deeply into Isabelle’s face about to speak further. “Michael m

“You'd need to gain his trust. He should believe his company would obtain the biggest percentage in the ongoing business contract.”Miss June started with those thought-provoking words. She knew how perceptive her older sister was and didn't want to unleash the cat in the bag already.Meanwhile, Isabelle believed her kid sister was definitely up to something with her last couple of words.One thing inherent about the two was how they took after their father's sensitive genes. Both ladies were preceptors and would mostly suspect if there was more unsaid.Isabelle shone her eyes open for more details. She can't just tell her to fold her arms and watch Eric Cottage Winery Enterprise take a way bigger profit from the business deals.She shouldn't consider coming over to the city if that was the only deal on the table. Within the last half a decade— Isabelle had amassed tremendous wealth from closing business deals, and that wouldn't have happened if she had allowed her clients to take the

“I'm all ears, big sis. What's the subtle happiness all about?”Miss June gently pressed further. She wouldn't have a complete breath settlement until she was certain Michael Scofield wasn't the reason behind her sudden beaming.She wouldn't eliminate the thought that her older sister had acquired the Lion's share in the ongoing business contract.She believed whatever had changed Isabelle's mood must have been business-oriented, giving her deep concerns.Isabelle, on the other hand, was more concerned with her younger sister always aligning things about her with her self-sworn enemy.She felt she was more behind her profound fury against a thriving COO who most likely wasn't aware of her bitter grievances against him.June tried to keep a calm demeanor but her widening eyeballs betrayed her. She was desperate for her older sister to maintain her sudden chuckle and didn't relate with Michael.She knew how ambitious Isabelle was and must have set goals to accomplish in her business; th

Simultaneously, the female receptionist was preparing to move upstairs to meet with their guest who had been comfortable with her in the last thirty minutes. Michael was calmly going through Isabelle’s profile as provided by Cole.The female receptionist, through instincts, assumed Isabelle wanted to see her upstairs for matters beyond her work routine.What she really wanted, the female receptionist, was completely in the dark. While walking to the elevator, her heart skipped a beat in her thoughts. She whispered a prayer for her meeting with the guest to go well.While Michael was still assessing Isabelle’s profile for the third time. Cole and Oprah stepped with a beaming countenance.For the first time in the last ten minutes, he took his eyes off the papers and trailed them towards them.Oprah was kind of surprised when she noticed their boss was going through Isabelle's profile for the umpteenth time. He hardly repeatedly read their potential clients’ details. A few glances he ha

Later that evening after communicating with Oprah and Cole. Michael attended an exclusive gala, a London event attended by the wealthiest elites in the industry. He walked in, exuding confidence, his presence turning heads.He almost canceled at the last minute but decided to show face to avoid sending a wrong impression about his personality.He'd expect personalities and invited figures to grace his occasion and wouldn't feel great if certain people didn't come around.The same applied to the London gala event happening about fifteen meters from where he was. They had sent in two reminder email messages to keep him apprised of the notable event. He should at least honor their invitation.Also, it was a moment to temporarily get his mind off the rollercoaster unfolding the past hours.The warning parcel delivered by his foes who had been keeping a tail on his whereabouts, and the outrageous shenanigans by some media houses tarnishing his enviable reputation. A lot of simultaneous col