Her Mission

After two days of rest, Vincent summoned Isadora to his side quite early in the morning.

He made her stand beside his desk, which exposed a clear view of his confidential work while he penned down some words.

Isadora took liberty to peer over his shoulders while he worked. She subconsciously thought he was very attractive in his serious working state.

There was a soft knock at the door.

"Come in." Vincent permitted, routinely.

The door opened, revealing Imelda's gentle figure.

"Good morning Lord Vincent. I want to know if you are in the mood to try anything today." She said with a tone of anticipation.

"No need." Came Vincent's firm voice. Not once did he take his eyes off his desk.

"Alright." Imelda released a sigh of defeat and proceeded to leave the room.

One day he was alright and the next he wasn't. Vincent hadn't tasted a thing since the last time he ate. She was starting to get worried.

"Wait." Vincent's casual word made Imelda halt immediately.

For the first time since she arr