Thieves, vampiric murders that might be the work of serial killers, and now another potential story had fallen into her lap about a man who uses blackmail and has risen to the top, a chief of a company, by nefarious means. Not to mention the company also was rumored to sell weapons to those who paid the most, even the countries enemies. Typically, Issy didn't enjoy such stories. The corporate intrigue angle was more newspaper fluff but the information she had anonymously been sent was rather indicative of some shady shit. Plus, whoever had sent it was obviously stark raving mad at this Jack Hayes character. Seeing as the mayor was statistically correct in her last interview and the crime had not put anything of note on her radar, this was at least another piece that could potentially net her some revenue.

After all, who does a job without expecting some money?

She had discreetly reached out to one of the newspapers of Sacrosanct city to see their level of interest and been quite surprised (elated) at the ecstatic go ahead for the story. It seemed they were a bit short on some salacious news as well.

Putting the vampiric serial killer (alleged) onto the back burner since no new bodies had turned up in the last three days, Isadore had put in a call to schedule an interview. A 'business' interview, though she had fudged and hedged around the real reason she wanted to go. It wasn't that difficult to get scheduled though. Isadore had pulled her sleek blond hair back into a smart ponytail and donned a silk light pink blouse with a black business jacket and black slacks, lining her bright blue eyes with a light trace of eyeliner and some swipes of mascara. Her complexion was warm enough from a few hours in the sun the day before, a few freckles appearing along her nose. She never desired to cake on the foundation to even out skin tone - what was the purpose of hiding one's skin anyway?

Arriving at the building at half-past two, Isadore readies herself. She had done some background research on Jack Hayes but he wasn't an overly available character. All his dealings were legit enough even if multiple rumors surfaced of illicit activity. Part of her felt a nervous sensation - businesses were an entirely different ballgame than her usual focus. Businessmen had other businessmen do their dirty work and while Isadore met the world with a flippant sort of defiance, she had no desire to be on the bad end of a business deal. It reminded her of those old mafia movies her father used to watch, people in suit and ties who were clean on the outside but dirty on the inside where it really counted.

The elevator pings. Issy's hand clutches her leather-bound journal tightly for a moment before relaxing, pushing her shoulders back, head high and sauntering out towards the receptionist desk. Whatever nerves she felt, she couldn't allow them to be seen. She was the shark in these waters now and she would do the biting, not the other way around. With a disarming smile, she glances down at the lady, shrewd eyes taking in the brunette. The nasty email she had gotten about Jack had always specified his receptionists drug predilections and it almost certainly appeared true. The woman seemed too skinny for her own good and had that pinched look around her eyes and mouth of someone hankering for their next high. Isadore had seen it too many times on her investigations on the streets. Drugs were a real problem everywhere but big cities were hit hardest. Too many people packed in too small a space with too much despair.

"Isadore Dabney here for the interview with Mr. Hayes," she says briskly until the woman nods, rings a buzzer before repeating the message to the man behind the doors.