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 reall
