Isla got down from her car and walked into the company her husband owns. She has never been here even once. She had been used to avoiding the public because of issues they’ve had back in their hometown. Isla quietly walks in and smiles at the receptionist.
“Hi, good morning. Can I help you?”
Isla sighed and smiled, “hi. I’m looking for Johanne Delacroix. What floor is the conference room?”
“Do you have an appointment with the president?”
Isla was surprised, “uhm… Yeah, I do.”
“May I know your name please?” The receptionist seemed to not believe her.
“Let him know it’s Isla.” She smiled as she watched the receptionist dial a number.
Isla didn’t use her phone to call Johanne. She wanted to know how this works for someone ordinary to reach Johanne.
“I’m sorry, he
