The Stark and The Spy (Book One)

CHAPTER EIGHT

Natasha Romanoff

That was the name she had gotten, along with what Natal-Natasha was doing in her business and she was pissed. She could act like she wasn't affected but in reality Isabel was furious.

She put on a mask to pretend everything was fine in front of everyone else but when them doors closed she knew the mask would come off.

"Lindsey, please don't let anyone disturb me and Miss Rushman today." The young Stark before escorting the redhead into her top level office.

The redhead looked stunning today, she couldn't disagree with that. The black dress she had picked out for today was stunning on her figure but that didn't change the fact Isabel was still pissed.

Isabel sat there staring at the redhead for a moment.

Natasha leaned forward onto the desk that separated them, "any information you can give us on your father. How he makes his suits? His attitude in life? Does he work well with other people?"

Isabel let out a small laugh at the questions, the audacity this woman had to ask her stuff when she didn't even want to see her right now.

Isabel just continued to stare at her, the mask slowly coming down.

"You're pissed." Natasha said.

"Wow, you're a genius aren't you?" Izzy let out, sarcastically.

"Miss Stark, I was doing my job." She tries to explain.

"Miss Romanoff, I know you're not stupid. You got this job because of your looks, if I knew you were a no good double agent, I wouldn't have let my father hire you," Isabel leans back, "now I can't fire you but trust me, I will make the rest of your time here a living hell," Isabel stands up and moves closer to Natasha, leaving in her ear, "you will be my bitch by the end of this."

Natasha pushes the younger woman away before standing up, "Oh because you didn't want me hired just as much as your father, last time I checked YOU were kneeling for me like MY little bitch." Natasha said moving closer to the billionaire.

"You tricked me." Isabel let's out, the anger cracking and slowly turning to betrayal.

"I didn't trick you, I was doing my job." Natasha says.

"No, you tricked me. How much of the stuff I told you did you tell Fury or your little friend Clint? How much of the shit that I told you because I trusted you did you tell everyone? I should've never trusted you, so go, go find my dad and get whatever information you need off him because I'm not helping you anymore," Isabel leans towards Natasha, "I never want to see you again, you're no good to anyone but yourself." Isabel walks towards her desk and sits.

"Isabel," Natasha tries to talk.

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" Isabel yells at her, pointing towards the door.

The redhead looked at her one final time before walking out.

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Isabel sat in her office the rest of the day, grabbing ahold of the nearest alcohol she could see hidden in her office.

She didn't care anymore, there was no point. Every time she let someone in they hurt her.

She had enough of always trying to be the good one, the one who fixed everyone else's problems when no one helped fix hers or even ask if she was okay.

She felt the burn down the back of her throat as she took another shot.

Her clothes were disheveled and so was her hair. Her face was red and eyes were puffy and slightly sunk in from crying, she looked a mess.