Chapter 2: Chapter 2

　　Isabelle narrowed her eyes but immediately adapt her expression to a smile. She went further to tell him about her studies before he went on with the next question. “How did you hear about this position, Ms. Jonathan?” He inquired, nonchalantly not bothering to look up from his desk. Isabella was getting more nervous when he went on with more tough questions till he was satisfied with her terrified facial expression.

　　His gaze lingers on her for way too long before he gazes away and cleared his throat. A knock on the door interrupted him. He answered it before the intruder stepped in. “Sorry to interrupt Mr. Grayson, but your car has arrived for the meeting over lunch at a.lure.” he glances at his receptionist and nods to her, then turns his attention back to Isabella.

　　“The next part of the interview will start, right now.” He informed her as he got to his feet and ambled towards her, holding a file. “It... will?” She asked also getting up from the chair. Mr. Grayson hands her the file with the ‘Grayson Enterprises’ written boldly on it.

　　“Someone would come in now and explain everything to you.” He walks out of the office, leaving her in awe. She stood there, peering at the door he followed. Just then a nicely dressed man walks in, beaming at her. “Pleased to meet you, Ms. Jonathan.” He stretches his hand and she takes it. “Please call me Isabella,” she insisted, returning a smile at him. He nodded his head to her, still grinning like a Cheshire Cat. “My name is Tyler Connor, I am the operation manager here. Without wasting time, please do follow me, we have a meeting and you are to represent Mr. Grayson as he is absent for the meeting. Congratulations by the way.” He led the way out of the office.

　　‘That means I got the job?’ She asked herself doing a massive breakdance in her head. She hurriedly followed Tyler into a well organised hall meeting.

　　After a tough, tiring day, Isabella finally went back home. And after a long ride home, She enters the house to find her three year old nephew together with his nanny, watching cartoon. “Hey, Sophia, his mother isn't back yet?” Isabella asked, making her way to the fridge. She grabbed a bottle of water and gulped almost everything down. “I'm hungry, what’s for dinner?” She asks slumping down beside her nephew and ruffled his hair. “We ordered pizza,” Sophia answered her. “But I can make something else if you want.” Sophia offered but Isabella rejected politely, making her way to her room.

　　She collapsed onto her bed as his thoughts rushed back to her. What she has been hearing from her sister was right; her new boss was a jerk. He was so arrogant, a coward. She cursed and groaned, covering her face with her pillow. She had to admit, he is so damn hot and she wanted some of him. To taste him.

　　Suddenly the images from her wet dream came back. “Are you ready to work hard for me, Bella? I don’t promise to go easy on you.”

　　Bella? She liked the sound of that. “Hey!!!! You better tell me you got the job!” Hannah impulsively jumped on her. Isabella let out a soft groan, pushing her elder sister off her. “Urgh what is wrong with you? Do you know how my body is aching from all the meetings I attended today?” Hannah squealed and embraced her sister, not caring about Isabella’s tantrums. “You did get the job.”

　　They settled down on the edge of the bed as Isabella revealed everything to her. “And you were right, he is a total jerk. So arrogant and I could swear I haven't for once saw him smiling. He always had his brows furrowed and eyes stern.”

　　“Speaking of work, it means you’re leaving... tomorrow, huh?” Hannah’s shoulder slumped. She wrapped her arm around Isabella’s shoulders. Isabella patted her hand as she gave her a pitiful look. “I know, but it’s for the best right? Now I've gotten a job that pays massively. I can pay our bills and possibly everything you’d need. Now come.” She hugs her elder sister affectionately, already missing her presence.

　　The next morning, Isabella has almost finished packing up her stuff to move to her new apartment closer to Grayson’s Enterprises. She locks eyes with her older sister, Hannah. “Anyway, the money’s great, my coworkers are great, but Ethan? So arrogant.”

　　“Okay, I get it, the Biodegradable billionaire is arrogant. But how hot is he?” Isabella carefully took the fragile frame of her parents and stared at it, suddenly feeling how much she wished they were with her to rejoice this such amazing achievement. She heaved a sigh as she placed it in a box, trying to ignore Hannah. “Like on a scale of ‘clothes fresh from dryer’ to ‘I'm chugging tabasco,’ he’s..”

　　Isabella settles her gaze on her. “Hannah! He’s my boss, and our environment should foster a cool, detached professionalism, no matter how hot he may or may not be.” Isabella carefully noted. Hannah made a squeaking sound, holding Isabella’s shoulders. “So you admit it. He is hot. I have to see it for myself.” Hannah lets go of her shoulders and grabs her phone from the desk. She does a quick search...

　　“Damn, he’s so dreamy... looking gorgeous at this golf course, looking gorgeous shaking hands with the president. Oh look, star gossip just added a news alert about him...”

　　“Billionaire Ethan Grayson is tying the knot?!” Isabella halted and swiftly ambled towards Hannah. “Wait, what?” She shows Isabella her phone, and there, in undeniable black and white, she reads the breaking news for herself. “Ethan’s engaged?!”

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