Chapter 354: Nepotism
Isabella sat at her desk, her gaze occasionally drifting toward the closed door on the side. Unexpectedly, she found herself working for Ian Frost, despite lacking hands-on experience and possessing only minimal qualifications.
She’d seen the questions on the faces of the people in the office when Miss North had ’introduced’ her while announcing that her only credentials were that she’d been recommended by the ’boss’ himself.
"Miss Ruffalo, instead of daydreaming about the boss, it would be more productive if you graced us with your attention on sorting those invoices," Tiara North remarked snidely.
Isabella raised an eyebrow in response. It seemed Miss North had taken an instant disliking to her. And was now bent on picking up a fight. Tsk tsk. The woman did not know how thick skinned she was.
With a subtle but confident smile, she replied, "Certainly, Miss North. I’ll get right on those invoices, and maybe, in the process, I’ll uncover the secret to catching the boss’s attention as efficiently as you have." The hint of sarcasm lingered in her words, leaving a sly undertone as she redirected her focus to the task at hand.
Miss North’s face reddened with a mix of anger and speechlessness at Isabella’s retort. Clenching her jaw, she retorted, "You may want to focus on your work instead of trying to be clever, Miss Ruffalo. You may have been recommended but that does not give you the right to slack off. Whatever you did to get that recommendation from him, it won’t work again. He does not sleep with employees."
"Miss North. You’re mistaken. It wasn’t Ian Frost who recommended me. And... I don’t think I had to get on my knees..."
She let that statement hang in air as she,as she shamelessly revealed that she had witnessed the entire scene earlier. Isabella had not intended to reveal any claws to the woman, but really, this woman was getting on her nerves. And she did not believe in taking things lying down. It would be only detrimental in the long term. She started as she meant to go on. If anyone wanted to make jibes, they better be prepared to receive some too.
Miss North’s expression transformed from anger to sheer speechlessness as she marched forward," Miss Ruffalo, you..."