Chapter 351: Thankful
Isabella clutched the file tightly, standing before the imposing entrance of Frost Industries, her mind echoing with doubts that refused to dissipate. Even the pep talk she had given herself that morning seemed futile against the persistent waves of uncertainty that washed over her.
It was Nora who had first approached her with the idea, explaining in hushed tones that Ian urgently needed a new assistant due to some undisclosed incident involving his previous one. The sudden and mysterious vacancy raised Isabella’s suspicions, making her wonder if there was more to the story than Nora let on.
Just a mere two days ago, Ian Frost had been an inadvertent witness to her most humiliating moment, and now, she found herself on the verge of working for him? The timing seemed too perfect, too much of a coincidence. Isabella probed Nora, seeking reassurance, and though her friend insisted it was her own idea, the doubts lingered.
"Come on, bella baby! You’re my maid of honor. You have to help me."
"How does being your MOH come into this? Your wedding is related to Ian Frost having an office assistant?"
"See, Ian is begging to take Nina. If he takes Nina, Demetri will be stressed. If he is stressed then I will be stressed. If I am stressed, I’ll turn into a bridezilla! Bella baby! You have to save me from turning into a bridezilla."
Isabella shook her head at the sheer lack of logic in that argument. Her and Nora had their share of illogical things but this one took the cake. And yet, here she was, standing at the threshold of Frost Industries, ready to work as Ian Frost’s assistant.
However, the only problem now was... how to face her new boss? The man had actually stepped forward to defend her, only to have his head almost bitten off by her becasue she’d been too embarrassed.
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, muttering to herself," Its okay, Isi. You can do it. You’ve already put your foot in your mouth. What more can go wrong?"
Her words, however, seemed to jinx herself as the moment she stepped inside, her heel caught on the step, causing her to lose her balance and tumble face-first onto the floor, papers scattering in every direction. Cursing under her breath, she hastily straightened herself, attempting to stand up. But as fate would have it, she flailed again, this time colliding with the floor and adding an unfortunate knock to her knee.
Isabella cursed herself anew, bewildered by the sudden appearance of a seemingly klutzy gene she never knew existed. Could this be a cosmic signal, a warning sign urging her to reconsider the path she was about to take?