The Interview.

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"Next," She heard the lady calling again.

Isabella looked up to see who was next. The woman's eyes were on her. She was next.

The interview was held at one of the Genovese's company. She did not expect it here because it was a caretaker's job.

She thought the interview will be held at their home. Isabella was dying to see their mansion. She wanted to study everything before starting her job as a spy. There was nothing on her mind right now other than to destroy the Genovese's family.

This morning, she woke up very late. Rosa promised to wake her up but she did not.

If not for the lift Linda gave her, she would have been late and missed the entire interview.

For sure, the boss would will kill her siblings this time with out giving it a thought. That's why she had to work hard and impress whoever was going to hire her.

Isabella got up from the seat and looked behind her. She was actually the last person to go in. A cold shiver ran through her spine as she walked closed to the door.

The fear of failing gripped her chest tight, making her feel like to throw out there.

The black corporate outfit she wore must have convince the woman when she entered the room.

Isabella took a deep breath and walked to the table where the woman sat. She offered her a seat and thanked her.

"Good morning, ma" Isabella greeted with a smile. It disappeared after they exchanged pleasantries and she listened to the questions the lady asked.

The lady should be in her late thirties. She was dressed in a black suit. The white collar shirt she wore in, brighten her looks.

Isabella forgot to wear makeup. She stared at the woman's face and saw that she wore a light makeup.

She would have done the same but there was no time. Miguel always said she looked like her father. It would be wiser if she did not show her real face to Genovese. But it was too late.

"I looked at your CV. It shows that you have worked with a few persons and the report said you did well," the lady closed her file and dropped it on the table. She leaned and said "Do you have siblings?"

Isabella knew that the question was going to come. She shifted to the edge of the chair and answered "I used to have three siblings. There was an accident many years ago and I lost one along side my parents."

The lady placed her hand on chest. She did not expect such an answer from her "I'm so sorry dear. I asked because my boss wanted me to."

Isabella brought out a handkerchief from her bag and wiped the tears that escaped her eyes. She was good at acting and hope that someday she would be able to show her talent to the world.

"Okay, Miss Cosa," The lady took her file and opened a drawer. She dropped it in and turned to her. "You got the job."

Isabella's eyes widened. It was unbelievable. She had been looking for a job for years but nobody agree to offer her.

Today? She just answered a few questions based on the lies Linda told her and a job was offered to her.

Isabella sank to her chair. What do the world want? Should everyone live a lie in order to survive?

"I'm Mrs. Elizabeth," the lady extended her hand and said " Mr Genovese's secretary. You can start work, tomorrow."

"What time ma?" Isabella asked. She got the job… but was not excited. Everything was so easy today. It had never been this way after the death of her parents.

"7:30 AM at the Villa" She replied. "Do not be late like today. Mr Genovese frowns at lateness."

Isabella nodded. She would have rolled her eyes but the fear of losing her job stopped her. Who cares if he frowns at it or not? He was a murderer yet he frowns at people's little mistake.

The door of the room opened and a chubby lady walked into the room. She wore a blue dress that fell below her knees. The blue heels she was wearing made noises informing everyone that she was passing by.

In her hand, was her black purse. She walked with so much pride that Isabella thought she was the owner of the company.

"I was told you hired someone already," The woman asked without noticing Isabella in the room.

"Yes, I did. She satisfied the requirements," Mrs. Elizabeth handed the file to her.

The woman went through it and nodded. She was also satisfied with the CV "inform of the venue. I just hope she does it well. Where is she?"

Isabella adjusted quickly before Mrs Elizabeth pointed at her. The other woman turned and looked at her.

Her face was alarming and the next thing... She dropped the file on the table and her brow furrowed "is she the one?"

"Yes, ma."

Isabella was going to greet her with a smile when she heard those three words the woman uttered.

"You are fired."