He guides her to a door next to his office. Walking in there is a beautiful glass desk and behind it a black leather chair with a high back. The carpet is dark grey and the bookshelves painted black.
“I know it is not as bright as you prefer, but in our offices, we represent the family.”
He shrugs. Isobel walks into the office, there are beautiful big windows behind her desk looking out onto the clearing and the woods.
“This is perfect! I love it.”
“Thank goodness! I was worried that you wouldn’t like it. Your assistant’s office will be next to you on the other side. Interviews will start tomorrow afternoon. Your diary is on your new laptop on your desk.”
He grins from ear to ear.
“You mean the same laptop I need for research?”
“Yes.”
He says his voice hoarse.
“My assistant Sybil
