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The tough case was finally over, and the agents in the JOC office were packing up and getting ready to leave. "If I see you in the next 72 hours, I'm gonna have you arrested." Isobel smiled at them. "Any plans for the evening? We’re going to hang out somewhere." Jubal asked, walking up to her. "You guys go have fun. They won't be that comfortable in front of their boss. Besides, I have plans tonight. Anyway, thanks for the invitation." Jubal grinned. "Plans? Well, that man must be really lucky..." Isobel nudged him on the elbow and blushed. "It's not what you think. You need to go now,"Isobel looked over to the elevator, where Maggie was waving at them. "They're waiting for you." Jubal patted Isobel on the shoulder, "Okay. Enjoy your night." Isobel smiled back, "Ditto."
"So, same place tonight?" OA asked. "Jubal, is it okay that we go to a bar? "Tiff asks. "That's okay. Soda would be a great choice for me."" Someone recommended Laren's to me lately. I haven't been there yet since it's a little far from here. It’s still early today. We can try somewhere else. What do you say?" Maggie suggested." Sure, just lead the way."
Dim yellowish beams of light shone gently on round tables, the mellow smell of malt permeated the air, and the agents proposed a toast amid the cozy jazz. "We should hang out more." Tiff laughed. "As long as we have more nights like this, Mags. ""Please welcome Consuela, bringing us Stairway to the Stars." As the bar lights dimmed, OA sipped the wine. "Wow, twenty minutes of driving wasn’t in vain, Mags. Who recommended this place to you?" "My memory didn’t serve me well on that..." The lights in the performance area slowly lit up as theirs dimmed. "I think I know the answer." Scola raised his eyebrows and pointed to the performance area while holding his glass. Everyone looked along, and a familiar figure appeared in an unfamiliar place. "Is that who I’m thinking?" "You’re right. It's Isobel." Jubal whispered.
Jubal’s eyes widened, unable to believe what he was seeing right now: Isobel, dressed in a slim black dress, sitting on a high stool, microphone in hand, eyes closed, immersed in the music, shaking her head with the rhythm, and the warm yellow beam illuminated her. The moving music slowly flowed out. She is like an angel, the angel who leads him up the stairway to the stars. He took a quick sip of soda, trying to hide his shock. Fortunately, the dim environment made it possible that the nearby colleagues didn’t get to see him blushing like an apple. Maggie supped her wine and stared at the woman on the stage. "Wow, how can we never find out that Isobel can sing?" "And she’s able to sing so well..." OA nodded approvingly. All of them revelled in their boss's performance.
"To climb the heaven with you... " The song ended and the applause arose. She seemed to recognise some familiar voices amid the cheers. The lights in the main area lit up again. Isobel slowly opened her eyes. The agents were applauding and cheering for her. Her eyes widened, her face blushing like an apple, and she hurried off the stage. Jubal didn't give her a chance to escape. He was already waiting for her. "Looks like someone can't keep her little secret anymore," he snickered, "Take this and join us." He stuffed Isobel with a martini he had just ordered for her, and pushed her back to the round table.
"Make room for our diva," Jubal said. “Hi boss. Are you gonna arrest us?” Tiff grinned, pulling up a chair for Isobel as Maggie pushed her into it. "Uh-uh, you're not leaving until you've told us the whole story, Consuela." Isobel muttered, "It's just a hobby. I sing occasionally as relaxation." Jubal patted her on the shoulder. "There's no way you can escape from our next Karaoke get-together." "Yeah, cause we need the sound of nature to save us from the voice from hell. "Scola added, glancing to Jubal with a smirk. "Seems that someone needs more work. ""Not today."