A young girl came rushing up the stairs. She looked like a hot mess! But at least she was wearing a business suit and her CV included previous experience of being an assistant. She kept apologizing for the way she looked and for being late, making Isobel wonder why she arrived late, looking as if she had been through a tumble dryer.
“Please, there is no need to keep apologizing, but if you don’t mind me asking, why were you late?” Isobel took in the complete almost disheveled look of the girl. The young girl blushed and looked down at where she was picking at her nails on her lap.
“I … I don’t think I should discuss my personal life with a future boss if you don’t mind. "It won’t happen again if you are concerned it might affect my efficiency.” She looked up, saying the last sentence wit
