Ding.
It slides open and Isabelle rush out.
My eyes widens. “Isabelle?”
She sees me and pause. “Oh! Good morning, ma’am. I was just going to pick up the refreshments I ordered.”
“Refreshments?”
“For the influencers,” she says slowly. “The interview scheduled for 9 a.m.? They’re already here.”
I check my watch.
10:00 a.m.
“Shit.”
Alex’s car broke down earlier. His guards wasted an hour fixing it.
“Why didn’t you call me?” I ask.
“I wanted to,” Isabelle says carefully. “But Miss Denvers stopped me.”
Of course she did.
“She said you wouldn’t be needed since she’s the Vice Managing Director. And she has more experience with influencers.” Isabelle hesitates, then adds with a tiny smile, “She also said you’re too nerdy to understand social media.”
A burning rage churns through me.
