Four thousand dollars. My downfall came at the cost of four thousand dollars. And now everything I'd bought with that money was going to go to waste.
I puffed out a sigh as I sat in the lobby of my stepfather, Callan's, office building. My punishment, it seemed, would be to work off the money I'd charged to my mother's credit card without her permission.
"Isabel?"
I looked up to find a woman standing near the elevator with an expectant look on her face. I stood and gave her the best smile I could manage. It was more of a grimace.
"I'm Alex," she said. "I'll be taking you through your onboarding paperwork."
"Thanks, Alex."
She looked surprised by my politeness. Great. Everyone probably thought I was a brat. I wondered if they knew I was there as punishment.
After spending two hours w
