Isabelle looked up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She eyed the pamphlet in his hands and shrugged. “Yeah.”
Then she looked away again and focused on her laptop. But Jacob didn’t miss her tone, and how her face fell at his question.
“And?” he urged.
“I didn’t get the job.”
“Oh,” he mumbled, frowning. “Can I take a look at your resume?”
“Sure.”
He took the document and sat back on the sofa. The more he scrutinised the document, the deeper his frown grew. From what he was seeing, it didn’t make sense that she wouldn’t pass an interview at the Larson Group.
According to her resume, she was a top student at her college and even won a scholarship after winning a design contest. That aside, she had recently won a design championship. Both were enough proof that she was a
