She answered in a cool professional tone, her voice unrecognizable.
Isabel's voice was practically dripping with respect.
“Hello, Dr. N. I apologize for the sudden call.”
“I'm Isabel Natalia Anderson's daughter.”
“I've come to you with a very exciting proposition.”
“The Knight Corporation has invited you to join its R and D team with my mother's endorsement.”
“Would you consider—”
“Not interested,” Ruby cut in, her modulated voice cold as steel.
Isabel began to protest, but Ruby interrupted.
“I only consult for companies under Mrs. Anderson's direct ownership.”
“Don't call me again.”
And with that, she ended the call, leaving Isabel with the face of a smoking volcano.
It was Monday morning when Ruby dropped the puppy off with Matilda and headed to work.
Out on the street, she
