Isabella’s POV.
I arrived at Esam’s office a little later than noon.
My feet were planted at the same spot we met before.
The spot he offered me a job. The spot I declined it.
As I stood there, my head raised at his clinic just ahead, I drank in the sight of the actual building.
I wondered if Esam was in the office or if I would have to wait.
Nonetheless, I walked in.
The receptionist was friendly, shining all her canines at me, eyes barely visible when her puffy, chubby cheeks gathered while she spoke.
“I'm looking for Dr Esam.”
I said after all the formalities.
“Oh, the doctor isn't in yet, but can I get a name for a reservation or a meeting?”
I was quick to mention Isabella. The moment I said it, her eyes lit up with recognition.
“Oh. You're Miss Isabella?”
I watched her h
