Dauntless God Of War

Chapter 42

“There's nothing I can do if you two don't believe in me. We'll know if Philip Larson is coming in person tomorrow.”

Harold could not be bothered to explain that matter further to them.

He sat down, switched on his computer, and focused on his work afterward.

“All right. We'll give you another day and see how you're going to convince the richest man in Dellmoor to come here in person to sign the contract with our company. Hmph!” Kayden snorted coldly at the sight of Harold's stubborn demeanor before resuming work with Gary.

We'll give him one more day and see how he will deal with this situation tomorrow.

After that, the project management department at Galaxy Media turned peaceful again.

Meanwhile, Isabella, a restless person, felt ill at ease staying at home after returning the company to her grandfather.

She contacted her best friend, Marilyn, who was a celebrity, to accompany her to look for a job after Harold went to work.

The two of them agreed to meet up at a park. Isabella waited for two hours before Marilyn finally showed up.

“You brat! I've waited here for two hours. What took you so long? Don't you know to call me and keep

me updated? I was so worried!” Isabella complained angrily when she noticed Marilyn's arrival at the east entrance of the community park. The latter was wearing a cap and sunglasses.

“I'm sorry. I saw an old man struggling to ride a tricycle uphill earlier, so I went to help him. Then, I accidentally scraped a Mercedes-Benz, and the car owner thought I was a garbage collector. He was even kind enough to give me a few thousand to get a new tricycle. That was so funny! In the end, I used the money the dummy gave me to buy a motorcycle for the old man. I'm feeling happy because I've done a good deed. Aren't you going to look for a job? Let's go now!” Marilyn told Isabelle the things that had happened earlier on her way to the park in excitement while laughing merrily.

“Are you serious? I think you're lying to me. Are you telling me that a Mercedes-Benz owner failed to recognize the outfit you're wearing that cost at least over ten thousand and thought of you as a garbage collector?” Isabella said in disbelief.

“That's why I called him a dummy. Let's not talk about that now. It's rare that I'm not occupied with work lately. Let's go. I'll accompany you to look for a job! By the way, where's that contracted hubby of yours? When are you bringing him along for me to meet with him?” Marilyn chattered continuously like a little bird the whole time.

“Don't mention that. I had a good first impression of him. I thought he was an honest man, but after collaborating with him, I realized that was just a façade. Moreover, I think he's cheating on me. This is so annoying...”

The two of them complained to one another as they made their way to an office building opposite Larson Corporation to look for a job.

Soon, they saw a hiring advertisement for a secretary position at a hotel.

Isabella thought being a secretary seemed like a decent job, so she went inside to inquire further about the employment.

The receptionist led them into an office.

A middle-aged, obese man named Fabian Pencroft was in charge of interviewing Isabelle.

Fabian fixed his lustful eyes on Isabella throughout the interview. Then, he pretended to be serious and said, “Ms. Turner, I've glanced through your resume, and I'm very satisfied with your image and working experience. However, since your previous occupation was not related to the service industry, we think assessing your talent and determination to work in this sector is necessary. After all, you know how different every career field can be.”

With that, he strode across the room and locked the office door from the inside without waiting for Isabella to get back to him regarding her acceptance of the job.

When he stood up, Isabella and Marilyn suddenly caught a whiff of a faint fragrance.

“This fat guy is using perfume, not to mention a jasmine-flavored scent. This is so disgusting!”Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.