I didn’t even have a chance to respond before he hung up, which was good because I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say. I handed the phone back to Angela and she hurried to hang it up. She was shaking as she looked at me. I could see tears and an overwhelming sense of fear in her eyes as she looked at me. “You better go girl,” Angela said. “I hope… oh Isabella, just go with it all, okay?” I nodded. “I’m serious. You’ll be fine. You’ll do fine. You’re young, smart, and sassy as anything.” That’s when I realized why Angela was so shaken up. I was about to get fired. That’s why Mr. Black wanted to see me. Worse yet, it was pretty obvious that being fired by Mr. Black in person was something horrible because as I walked down to the elevators, everyone took a second to look at me and nod. They all knew. I didn’t. I could only picture the sexy billionaire I had met in the elevators. The one who put his hand to mine, comparing sizes, leaving my body melting, my skin tingling, and my mind conjuring up images of what else would be so much bigger than me. As the doors shut, I heard someone mentioning something about me being late.
