Troublesome

"Ian Frost! You are a pain to track down!" Isabella stormed into Ian's office, followed by Ian's apologetic looking secretary behind her. 

As the thumped her purse onto his desk, the secretary tried to apologize," I apologize, sir. I tried to stop the lady but she just..."

Ian waved a hand at the secretary," Its alright. You don't need to add her to the list."

"The list? What is that?"

Isabella asked as she sat down and stared at him.

Ignoring her question, he leaned down, pulling out a bottle of wine from the small refrigerator beside his desk.

"Would you care for a glass of wine, Isabella?" Ian's tone was calm, almost as if he'd been expecting her arrival.

Isabella hesitated. Did he have to be so nonchalant about everything? Without waiting for a response, he poured the red liquid in a glass and offered it to her before pouring another drink for himself.