10

Isabella

I was working here now, I looked around in astonishment. It felt too good to be true. I wanted to start immediately!

Poor guy, he got fired. Maybe the boss heard about it. But how did Damien do it? I felt no sense of pity for him. He deserved it, maybe I wasn't his first victim.

I remembered I was supposed to be packing.

"Is it okay if I start tomorrow, Mr.?" I asked

"Billy, please call me Billy," He said, "You can start anytime you want, but do take a rest for today," He said.

"Okay, Thank you," I replied with a smile.

"The company's car will take you home," He said before he rushed out of the office.

"My address?" I called but he was already far away. Maybe he still had the soft copy of my CV.

I traced my fingers on the marble table as different thoughts found their way around in my head.

How did Damien manage to do all this?

I reached for my phone inside my bag and the door opened.

"The driver is waiting," Billy said and I returned my phone in my bag.

I checked the time o