Isabella's POV
Getting a job with a hotelier was not a big deal, but getting a job right under the famous billionaire heiress who ran the Watson family chain of hotels was the goal.
I dropped my meek act the moment I stepped out of the office and returned to my desk with a calculated gaze. I opened my drawer to take one last glance at my scrapbook.
It was filled with pictures of me and my crush, George Whyte. I even cropped out his wedding photo with Julia and added my picture to it. George has always been my dream man and if this job grants me access to him, then it's my dream job.
I flipped through the pages, there were many photos collected from George's i********: that I printed out and pinned to my scrapbook. I don't give a flying hoot about Julia but I must look for a way to r
