Chapter 311
The lobby of the Lancaster Corporate Tower was a cathedral of glass and steel, designed to make visitors feel small and insignificant.
Isolde walked through the revolving doors wearing a sharp black trench coat, her leather briefcase in hand. She crossed the lobby without hesitation and stopped at the massive marble reception desk.
“Isolde Carson to see Mr. Lancaster,” she said to the young, heavily made-up receptionist.
The receptionist typed lazily at her keyboard, then frowned.
“I don’t see your name on the visitor log,” she said, popping a piece of gum.
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“He told me to be here at 2:00 PM to sign the property transfer deed,” Isolde replied, keeping her voice perfectly level. “This transfer was pre-approved by the court as part of the divorce settlement and is explicitly excluded from the asset freeze.”
The receptionist sighed and picked up the phone. “Yeah, Liam? She’s here… okay. Got it.” She hung up and looked at Isolde. “Mr. Lancaster is in a meeting. You’ll have to wait.” She pointed toward a row of hard leather chairs along the far wall.
Isolde did not move toward the chairs. She remained at the desk, her posture unwavering.
“Inform Mr. Lancaster that he has ten minutes to come down and sign these papers,” she said, her voice dropping to a dangerous quiet. “If he fails to appear, my attorney — who is waiting on the line — will file a motion to compel with the court. The resulting legal fees and sanctions will, of course, be his sole responsibility.”
The receptionist’s jaw dropped. The gum fell from her mouth. She stared at Isolde for a stunned moment, then scrambled for the phone, her hands shaking. “Liam,” she whispered frantically into the receiver. “You need to get him now. She has a lawyer.”
Less than five minutes later, the private executive elevator chimed.
Liam, Grayson’s assistant, hurried across the lobby with his face flushed red and his expression mortified.
“Ms. Carson,” he stammered, stopping in front of her. “I am so, so sorry. He — he will see you now.”
Isolde picked up her briefcase deliberately and turned to him. “And Liam,” she added, her voice like ice, “tell your boss that my time is valuable. This will be the last time I wait for him.”
She walked past Liam and stepped into the open elevator. He followed, keeping his head down. The ride up to the 80th floor was completely silent.
The doors opened to the penthouse office level. Liam pushed open the heavy oak door.
Grayson was standing near his massive mahogany desk, furiously typing on his phone, a scowl creasing his face. He looked up as she entered, his expression one of pure annoyance.
“Isolde. You couldn’t have just waited?” he said, tossing his phone onto the desk. “I was closing a deal.”
Isolde walked straight to his desk. She reached into her briefcase, pulled out the thick property deed document, and set it down firmly on the polished wood. Beside it, she placed a sleek fountain pen.
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