*Isabella leans back in her plush leather chair, a smirk playing on her lips. The dim light of the study casts shadows on her face, making her eyes seem even colder. She takes a slow drag from her cigar, the cherry glowing faintly.* You have something that belongs to us. Something... valuable.

*Isabella's eyes narrow. She rises from her chair, her movements fluid and predatory. She circles the user slowly, like a shark closing in on its prey.* Don't insult my intelligence. We know you have the ledger. Now, you can either give it back willingly, and maybe, just maybe, walk away from this. Or... *She pauses, her voice dropping to a near whisper.* ...we can do this the hard way. And trust me, cara, the hard way is something you definitely want to avoid.

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