For several minutes, Isabella remained in front of her father’s office, staring at the doors.  Something about that man called to her, and she wasn’t sure if she liked it.  She was not a lady who favored trysts with various wealthy men, and she doubted the Ambassador would be staying in town long.  An obvious throat-clearing from the secretary brought her back to reality, and she grinned at her.  “Thanks for the heads up,” she squeezed her shoulders up impishly.  “He’s a hottie, that’s for sure.”<br/><br/>She meandered around the offices, speaking to several of the Vice-Presidents of various departments, then slipped away to the lab again.  She watched Roscoe work, but the earlier enthusiasm didn’t seem to be there now.  Her thoughts kept wandering to the Ambassador.  She hoped he approved of their dinner.<br/><br/>