Isabella's POV.
I dropped Charles off at school before I went to work.
A shop downtown like I had mentioned before. The one Mekka asked me to check out.
There, I alighted the taxi and slowly walked towards the entrance.
I found an elderly woman there. She sold stuff.
Foodstuffs.
Local grains and herbs one could use to cook, she seemed nice.
“Hello, Ma’am.” I greeted with a soft smile.
“Hello.”
She turned to face me. “Do you want to buy something?”
“No. I didn't. I was actually looking for a job.” I told her.
The smile on her face gradually faded. She straightened her back and turned to set up things the way she liked them before she returned to face me.
“So what can you do?”
For such a small store, I didn't think she needed any complications.
Maybe a help, which I could prov
