Chapter 2 The Move

"Sir, I'll take the job." She replies.

"Excellent. How did Jesse take it?" He asks.

"Let's just say he's no longer in the picture. So, he has no say so. And not because of the job." She explains.

"Well anyway, I'm pleased you're taking the job." He replies.

Last night he came to her apartment. She refused to let him in. He finally left. He called her work phone today multiple times; she sent it to voicemail. She let the apartment manager know about her trip. She's having her mail forwarded to the new place. It's Friday and she's all packed and at the airport.

"Isobel wait!" Jessee hollers.

"No." She replies.

"Just hear me out, 5 minutes please? After a year you owe me that much Isabel." He pleads

"Are you for real? After what you did, I don't owe you the time of day. But I am curious so I will graciously give you 5 minutes. Because I want to know why you cheated on me!" She demands.

"It was just sex. Sometimes I like it really rough and hard, and you're not the type I can do that with. You're delicate and need treated with respect and love. Not a quick hard fuck." He replies.

"Are you freaking kidding me?! Wow what a piece of shit you are! Newsflash, not that you'll ever get to now, but had you asked, fast and hard turns me on. Your loss! Goodbye Jesse, and don't contact me again." She retorts.

She left him standing there shocked and boarded her plane. Let's see what California has to offer! She lands in California and goes to the car rental first. Hugh had everything already set up.

"I'm loving this already!" She mutters.

She takes a selfie and posts it on her F******k page. She writes "my new ride ". It's a new convertible jaguar. She had already changed her status to single. She arrives at the condo she'll be staying at. And wow!! More selfies and she captioned them " new condo ".

The kitchen is a dream. Lots of counter space with an island in the center. The bedroom is massive done in different shades of cream and tan. Large comfortable bed with a sitting area. And the bathroom is beyond amazing. Done in shades of grey marble. A large jet tub for soaking and a standup shower that could easily accommodate 4 people. It even has a bench in it. There's also a sit-down vanity on one side. A large sink with multiple drawers underneath. I'm in absolute heaven.

"Wow! This is amazing! I may never want to leave!" She thinks.

She has the weekend to go over all the personnel and look over the client list. She studies it all weekend so she can hit the ground running come Monday morning. Hiring she is good on, training that too, but the firing, well that's where her stomach knots up. That part she hates.

She notices a lot of the clients are well known, some famously rich, some superstars from singers to actors. And there's a chance she'll get to meet some of them. Way too cool!

Monday finally arrived. She dresses in her navy suit with a crisp white shirt. Her skirt is mid-thigh and her jacket lapels go sideways down her sides showing off her top. She has on black high heels to finish off the look. Boy, does she dread today. But this isn't her fault, had they been doing their jobs they wouldn't get fired.

She stops at a little coffee shop on the way to get her morning caffeine. Just as she's about to get in her car her cell rings. It's Hugh Jackson the owner.

"Hello Mr. Jackson." She replies.

"Isabel, how are you this morning?" He asks.

"I'm good sir. All settled in. I went over all the employees’ files over the weekend. I've a good idea who needs to go and who can stay. Of course I'll let the interviews make the final decisions." She explains.

"Good, good, glad to hear it. Conference call at 10am right?" Mr. Jackson asks.

"Yes sir. I called the meeting for 9:30 so I can introduce myself and explain what's going on." She replies.

"Sounds great. Talk then." He replies.

As she's about to get in her car someone drives by with a whistle and shout. It's a black limousine.

"Yeah, right back at you." She thinks.

Adam's POV

We're stopped at a coffee house, my driver's getting me coffee. Out walks this gorgeous brunette in a business suit. I can't stop staring. That's what does it for me. Hot sexy brunettes that are just as smart.

But most times they are either too nerdy, stuck up, or faking it. This one however has my attention. She must be really good at her job. She's unlocking a convertible jaguar. But stops to answer her phone.

I memorize her plate number. I'll have my guy look her up. Just out of curiosity of course. We leave first and I put my window down a crack to whistle at her. Its juvenile I know. But I've been known to act less than my age of 25. YOLO right?!

End of Adam's POV

Isabel walks into the office and goes straight to the manager. She already knows she'll be the first to go. Mr. Jackson already had said.

"Good morning Mrs. Raines, I'm Isabel Gilliam. I believe you're expecting me?" She replies.

"Yes, Hugh phoned me that you'd be here." Mrs. Raines replies.

Isabel thought it was very unprofessional to mention your boss by his first name in business.

"Meeting set for 9:30?" Isabel asks.

"Of course." Mrs. Raines retorts.

"And where can I set up my office?" Isabel asks.

"Max? Can you please show Isabel her office?" She orders.

"It’s Miss Gilliam." Isabel replies.

"Oh, excuse me, Ms. Gilliam." Mrs. Raines mutters.

"Sure thing. Miss Gilliam this way please." He agrees.

"Thank you, Mr. ?" Isabel asks.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Max Matthews." He replies.

"Thank you, Mr. Matthews." She replies.

She goes to her office and pulls out all the files to go over her notes one last time. At 9:15 she heads to the conference room.

"I know you all wonder why I'm here. I believe in being up front. Time is money. Mr. Jackson sent me here due to the loss of business and complaints. I'm here to see who's doing their job and who's not. Those that I have decided are not will be terminated immediately. I will be interviewing every one of you separate. Mr. Jackson will be joining us via conference call at 10am. Any questions?" She asks.

"No questions? Ok. Those who stay that I have found to be an asset to the company will be offered a commission on their clients paid by the company." She explains.

Murmurs go around the room. 10 min later the phone rings. Mrs. Raines jumps up to answer it.