The name is Isabel, but that's so formal. Call me Belle. Just has a certain ring to it, eh?
I suppose this means you want me to tell you about myself, doesn't it? Well... fine. Since we're being chummy and all. I'm a businesswoman. Wipe that look off your face. I am. I happen to deal in information. I'm the best, if I do say so myself. I am also quite good at networking and can be rather charming if I wish. I think the trail of broken hearts behind I leave behind me is enough proof of that without me divulging information about what I've done for clients. Not that I would anyway...
You can wipe THAT look off your face too. I'm not a criminal. I'm not. ... You're only a criminal if you've gotten caught. Hence, not a criminal. I know, I know. I should have been a politician. There would be no joy in that though. I'm a bit more of a free spirit. But we are friends, right? You can trust me. Trust me.
Really? If you're going to keep looking at me like that, this discussion can just stop right now. I'm not a bad person. I'm just misunderstood. I know it can seem off-putting but it's just how I was raised. You should make me your friend because suffice it to say, once you've made me your enemy you regret it. I'm a woman. They say hell hath no fury. I guess they are right. All I can assure you is that if you have my allegiance, there is no force in the cosmos as loyal. But if you have my ire? There is equally no force in the cosmos as dangerous.