Chapter 24 Apologize

"Ms. Moore, come to my office," Alexander ordered. Isabella had been swamped all morning. She knew he was definitely doing this intentionally. One moment, he'd have her look up some data, then he'd want her to revise the numbers. Next, he'd ask for coffee without specifying his preferences. When she brought it to him, he'd complain it was too sweet or too bland. He was clearly trying to wear her down. Isabella had barely managed to sit down when the internal phone rang again. That sound now triggered an instant wave of irritation. She'd had enough, and this time she was going to lose it. She jumped up furiously and marched toward Alexander's office like she was heading into battle, slamming his door open. "What do you need now, Mr. Sinclair?" she asked through gritted teeth. Alexander tossed a folder at her feet and said coldly, "Did you draw this?" Isabella bent down to pick up the folder. She recognized her own work at a glance, then frowned at him. "What's wrong with it? Thi