Nepotism

Isabella sat at her desk, her gaze occasionally drifting toward the closed door on the side. Unexpectedly, she found herself working for Ian Frost, despite lacking hands-on experience and possessing only minimal qualifications.

She'd seen the questions on the faces of the people in the office when Miss North had 'introduced' her while announcing that her only credentials were that she'd been recommended by the 'boss' himself.

"Miss Ruffalo, instead of daydreaming about the boss, it would be more productive if you graced us with your attention on sorting those invoices," Tiara North remarked snidely.

Isabella raised an eyebrow in response. It seemed Miss North had taken an instant disliking to her. And was now bent on picking up a fight. Tsk tsk. The woman did not know how thick skinned she was.