The deal.

ISABELLA.

I stepped down from my car, casually stepping into the building. As much as I wanted it to seem like I wasn't interested in any sort of attention, I knew I couldn't appear in public alone at this time. The two bouncers I allocated to myself walked before, and behind me.

After the reservation I had made, Laura came up with the silly idea of us meeting at the station. It was easier to for us to discuss in the presence of Emma Martinez, plus our appearance in public would make it known that this was a plan. People had to think I had decided to make the move. I had, but not in the way I wanted them to think.

I walked into the station, ignoring all the ogling, and cameras that were flashed my way. It was good to know I could pull this much attention.

“Excuse me,” I called out to an officer. He turned, and on realizing my identity, beamed at me.

“Mrs Blackwood,” he acknowledged me in a jovial tone. “Great to see you,”

I forced out a polite smile, ignoring his familiar attitude. P