Chapter 11

Isabella’s POV The sound of my ringtone sliced through the depressing thoughts in my head from the failed job hunt. I took a deep sigh before answering the phone. “Hello?” [Is this Isabella Clarkson?] “Yes, speaking.” I continued walking with an attempt to call a taxi when the woman on the line answered. [We are calling to inform you that you will be scheduled for a job interview opportunity.] The incident earlier came rushing back into me. A betrayal that doesn’t come with an explosion but with a deadly whisper. My knuckles turned white. “Will you stop treating people like a toy? I don’t care if my bastard of an ex-boyfriend paid you millions to take a toll on me. Spare me with your bullshits!” A series of silence on the other line made me laugh sarcastically. I was about to end the call when the woman spoke again—kindness and patience was audible, as if she understands that every single person has issues in life. [You applied for the job, and I’m only calling to inform you that you a