The Billionaire's Pretend Wife (Isabella) novel Chapter 13

When Isabelle got to the Larson Group building, she headed up to the floor she had been on the previous day. However, when she emerged at the waiting room leading to the room she had been interviewed in, a well-dressed lady approached her.

“Are you Isabelle Cruz?” she asked politely.

“Yes, that’s me,” Isabelle replied.

“Welcome to Larson Group, Ms Cruz. I’m Linda, the vice president’s assistant. Please come with me, the vice president is awaiting you.”

Isabelle blinked. “The vice president?”

“Yes. I’ll show you the way.”

Isabelle went with the lady, surprised at the turn of events. She had expected to be led to an interview room. Why did the vice president want to see her?

As they went, she noticed that many people stared at her. Did they know her? The previous day, nobody had really paid her any attention. But then she thought of the apology email from the company. Maybe the people here knew about what had happened with her interview?

Linda came to a stop in front of a door and pushed it open. Stepping aside, she gestured for Isabelle to walk through. “Please come in.”

“Thank you,” Isabelle told her as she walked past her. The room was a conference room, it appeared, with a long oval table surrounded by about twelve seats. There were already five people inside, one of whom she immediately recognised.

Ann.

Her gaze moved from her former classmate to the others in the room. She remembered them from the day before–they were the other interviewers.

But there was another who she had never seen before, a tall man dressed impeccably in a grey suit. He walked towards her and held his hand forward. “Good morning, Ms Cruz. I’m so grateful you could make it. I’m Jason Del Mundo, the vice president of the Larson Group.”

Isabelle accepted his handshake, a little taken aback by his warm welcome. Was this how courteous everyone around here was? “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr Del Mundo. I was happy to receive your email.”

“Please have a seat,” he invited, pulling out a chair for her.

She took the seat, which happened to be directly opposite Ann’s seating position. Jason took the seat at the head of the table while Linda hovered to his right, a tablet in hand.

A single glance at Ann quelled any thoughts that Isabelle was entertaining of offering her a greeting. The woman had her arms folded across her chest and was glaring at Isabelle openly.

“Ms Cruz, let me apologise once again in person about what happened with your interview. It came to my notice that your rejection was not according to our company’s guidelines too late, and that’s why I called you here to iron out the matter.” He regarded Ann. “Ann, here, is the one who was responsible for your rejection, so I’ve called her to this meeting to explain herself and her actions.”

Isabelle nodded. “Does this mean that I did pass the interview?”

Jadson turned back to her. “Yes. In fact, you exceeded our expectations, and our panel’s decision was to hire you right away. But Ms Ann brought to question your character, and eventually, they decided to reject you.”

Isabelle frowned. “My character?” What did that even mean?

Jason nodded. “Yes. Ann mentioned that you two were classmates in college.”

“That’s true,” Isabelle agreed. Her eyes slid over to Ann. What kind of tales could she have contorted to make the entire panel unanimously reject her? “What exactly is going on here?”