Uninvited

Monacco Desert Cottage - 10:00pm

Isabella had registered the streetlights whizzing by and the shadows of the giant red rocks, off in the distance, that seemed to move past in slow motion by comparison. She had watched the dust clouds kick up on the side of the car as the gritty desert floor encroached on the asphalt the further away they went from the city. She had even gone crossed eyed a few times trying to count the white dotted lines in the middle of the road; any and every distraction was welcome if it meant stopping the horrifying movie playing in her mind.

Reality Check

Monacco Desert Cottage – Vista Hills



“Hello daddy.” Isabella reluctantly held the phone to her ear listening to her father’s rough voice. It contained a variation of tenderness mixed with brute as it always had, and as usual, it sent a variation of conflicting emotions charging through her; comfort, fear, love, loathing, confidence, and complete mistrust. She had always been a daddy’s girl and with a man like her father, that title came with a heavy price. Nothing was ever simple when it came to him.

Warning Signs

Monacco Desert Cottage - Vista Hills



“Okay, the last thing to cover is the potential acquisition of Whitfield Unlimited. They have a packing plant on the east side of town that MSI could easily leverage as a requisite use facility for all shipping requests over a certain size. Very profitable situation there,” Blair handed Isabella the perspectives on the company and waited for the answer she knew was coming. Isabella gave them a quick scan and slid them back across the table. “I think it’s a great idea Blair. Please draw up an offer and send it to Mr. Whitfield. I’m having dinner with him tomorrow night.”