Chapter 4 EPISODE 4

Isabella's attire is shown on the side --

I shout in panic, "Nate, I'm frecking the fuck out."

We are getting set to go and persuade him to conduct the interview for Olivia Global as we wait outside Woods Enterprises. For me, Nate had undertaken a thorough makeover.

I was still a nervous wreck despite the fact that I felt gorgeous and confident in this clothing and for once felt like I was on top of the world. In situations like that, I'm not afraid to yell and beat the crap out of someone if they step out of line with me, but I can't do that to him if he does because I need him to conduct the interview. As a result, I was afraid of how it was all going to play out and am afraid of how I'll react if he yells at me or something.

"Hey," he says, grabbing my shoulders. Relax, alright? For me, take a breath in and out.

I follow his instructions and close my eyes while inhaling deeply. He gives me a consoling grin and rubs my shoulders, which is truly helpful.

"Now, enter the room with as much assurance as possible because, I promise, you look as assured and fierce as ever in this attire. You don't need to be timid or insecure.

In response to his complement, I grinned at him and blushed a little.

He smirks, "He won't deny you in this dress, I can assure you of that." Heck, just for this attire, I would come right for you.

I poked his chest while giggling. I snark, "You impress me, babes, you really do.

Okay Jones, now strut your thing inside and demand to see him. I'll be in the Starbucks across the street if you need any assistance.

"Okay," I murmur.

You're going to do fantastic," he says while grinning and moving toward me.

He stoops to peck my lips as I smile. No, not at all. He is gay and also my best buddy, so it wasn't strange, as I said.

He slaps my butt, "Now go."

I chuckle and dash inside as quickly as my 6 inch heels will allow. I open the glass door and enter the large structure. There are 3 guys and 2 blondes waiting in the elevators when I get there. As I enter the room and stand next to the two blondes, I give them a quiet grin. The two blondes give me a wary look. They are virtually gazing at me right now. What the hell are you doing here, they almost ask as they stare at me like I'm out of place.

The men behind me are raking my body up and down while biting their lips without any remorse. The blondes give me a dirty look before leaving, leaving me alone with the three lewd men.

I haven't seen you around here lately, darling. Has Woods changed his approach in some way?"

He gets nudged by a pal who rolls his eyes. "Sorry, my foolish friend. That's Michael, this is my wicked friend Luka, and my name is Jason.

I nod my head and smile. "Nice to meet you all," she said.

And what is your full name, baby?The hedonistic one smirks.

"Isabella Jones," I grin.

The back of my hand is kissed by him as he takes it. I blush as he says, "Beautiful name, beautiful girl." I take his hand back and put it by my side. Once more, darling, what are you doing in this place?"

"I have a meeting with Mr. Woods."

Luka arches an eyebrow and continues to rake me up and down. For a job interview, I see."

"Uh yeah," I exaggerate.

He glances at his friends, who are all looking perplexed. Apparently breaching the blonde rule, eh, Woodss?"

I nervously stand there while they giggle and shake their heads at Luca.

You're arguably one of the sexiest brunettes I've ever seen, so I can't really blame him. He smirks, wiggling his eyebrows, "I would hire you in a heartbeat without even thinking twice.

I furiously flush and turn to face my feet. These were all very handsome dudes. Since I entered this facility, I have not seen a single ugly person; instead, everyone I have encountered has been lovely. Those two blondes appeared to be top models. Like with these guys, I felt unattractive standing next to them, but I have to admit that Luka's remarks are giving me more confidence.

My stomach sinks as the elevator dings.

Since we are all on the same floor, we all exit together as the elevator closes behind us.

"Best of luck with your meeting, interview, or anything. Luka grinned and kissed my hand once more, adding, "Hope you get the job so I can see you again, baby.

Jason laughs and gives himself a head bump. I'm sorry for my friend once more, but I have to concur with him. I hope you also land the job. Don't let Justin Bieber scare you away.

When Michael speaks for the first time, he says, "Yeah, he can be quite intimidating."

I smile and say, "Thanks for the heads up and the little chat gentlemen." "All of a sudden, I no longer feel anxious."

They all smile and say good-bye while wishing me luck. Luka then asks for my phone number, and Jason yanks him away.

As I watch the blond secretary type, my nerves start to flare up once more. I raise an eyebrow and scan the space to see that I'm the only brunette present.

Why the hell not? Oh, so that's what Luka meant when he mentioned the blondes. Only blondes are hired by Woods. What a jerk, I say.

There were a number of females seated on chairs holding resumes. I adjusted my clothing and styled my hair as I turned to face the lovely blonde secretary.

Nothing is going here.

I approach her with a strut and project confidence.

I say softly, "Excuse me.

She squints and rolls her eyes. She says monotonously, "Welcome to Woods Enterprises, how can I help you on this fine day?"

Please let me see Mr. Woods.

She gives me a disgusted once-over. "Do you have a meeting?"

I just-" "Well, no, but-"

Then, she continues in a phony joyful voice, "you can see Mr. Woods in about hmm...5 months."

I beg, "I have to see him right away, it's really important."

And I really need a new pair of Loboutins for this month, but we all can't have everything, she muses.

I struggle to contain my wrath and ask, "Are you serious?" "This is important."

And with that, she turns back to working on her goddamn computer, saying, "So are my shoes, now please leave."