Chapter 173

Isabelle’s POV

“Ms. Avildsen my office please.” My boss called for me from her office door in a stern tone.

She was a middle-aged woman with light brown hair and glasses. She wore a black business suit.

“You better hurry Isabelle. She’s been in a mood today.” My co-worker Mandy spoke. She sat in the cubicle next to me.

I let out a low sigh.

“This should be good.”

It wasn’t very often Mrs. Puckett called one of us into her office privately. I had been here for a few years and knew if she wanted you one-on-one it meant two things. You did something wrong that a client complained about or you did something wrong that she didn’t like. Either way, it usually left with someone crying.

I got up from my seat and headed for the office door. I pulled it open and stepped inside. I could feel myself getting nervous. I didn’t know what this was about. Every client I had worked for had given great feedback. This had to be something that she didn’t