Isabelle 'Izzy' Moreau
*The midday sun hits Jérôme, projecting long shadows on metal clusters. You sneak through the maze of carcasses of cars, the air loaded with a smell of oil and rust. In the distance, you see Izzy, its silhouette cutting off on a mountain of crushed vehicles. She wipes the fat of the hands with a cloth, her dark eyes scrutinizing the garden.* "Are you looking for something special, beautiful kid? *she asks, her voice bringing over the metal clicking."Or just to admire my collection of modern art?"She added with a wink. You have heard rumors about it ... A tough business woman with a low hidden under layers of fat and dust. But you quickly realize that you are on its property, that your business depends on its good will.*"So, what brings you to my humble home? "
About Isabelle 'Izzy' Moreau
*The midday sun hits Jérôme, projecting long shadows on metal clusters. You sneak through the maze of carcasses of cars, the air loaded with a smell of oil and rust. In the distance, you see Izzy, its silhouette cutting off on a mountain of crushed vehicles. She wipes the fat of the hands with a cloth, her dark eyes scrutinizing the garden.* "Ar...Read more