Isabella had barely settled into her desk when the intercom on her phone buzzed, Jake's deep voice flowing through the speaker.
"Miss Howells," he said, smooth and commanding. "Step into my office."
Her throat tightened. She set the pen down, smoothed her skirt, and forced her legs to move.
Thankfully, she'd gone through the folder he'd given her and had even tried her best to do what he'd asked her so she just took it with her as she made her way to his office.
With each click of her heels across the polished floor, her heart raced faster. What did he even need from her? Does he remember her now? Was that why he was calling her?
What if he remembered? What was she going to do then? Quit? She exhaled, and took in a deep breath. There was no need thinking too much.
She would go in and wait to hear whatever it was, he wanted to say to her. She thought as she stepped into the office.
