"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do for you," said Anna Brackett, Isobel's agent at Temp Zone.
Isobel groaned into the phone and rolled over on her bed. "That's exactly what James said when I first applied. Don't tell me I'm back to square one!"
"Sarah Hollister was extremely unhappy with the way things worked out. She complained before I could step in and spin it. You're just lucky you're a minor celebrity around here, or you'd be out entirely. As it is, I think you'll be okay, but I've got to bench you for a bit until tempers die down and memories fade."
"But how am I supposed to make money in the meantime?" Isobel heard the whine creep into her voice and tried to drop the sound into her chest. "Isn't there anything you can give me? I don't care how remedial it is."