Isabella’s POV.
I said ‘fu*king’ so many times I was sure if there were a brain sensor for the damn word, I would have zapped myself an hour ago.
“Welcome to my office, Isabella.” Esam held the door open for Mekka and I.
Mekka paved the way and I followed before Esam.
It was a huge office, painted with the colour off-white with details of gold.
In it sat his office table made from solid wood, a black spinning office chair and some documentation near him.
Before the table were two chairs.
“Make yourself comfortable.” He told us, “Can I get you ladies anything to drink?”
He opened the little compartment for drinks, and in it, I saw something sweet, wine and some beer.
I shook my head to all of them, I had enough to deal with anyway.
“I'll have soda please,” Mekka told him.
“Soda
