Isabella's POV.
I couldn't stop my heart from beating in palpitations as I stood in front of the grand hotel. It was the kind of place where people who were dressed in expensive suits were situated as they would drink their champagne and discuss business deals worth millions.
I knew I had to get the job so I wouldn't have time to give into Ryan's unrealistic demands that weren't meant for me. I walked in and my heels clicked against the floor as I tried to act as though I was confident but deep inside of me, I was already breaking into tiny pieces.
After what took like a while. I reached the reception room and I cleared my throat.
“Hi. My name is Isabella and I am here for the waitress position, is it still available?” I said to the receptionist whose face was brightened up with a smi
