He guided her to a door next to his office. Walking in there was a beautiful glass desk and behind it a black leather chair with a high back. The carpet was dark gray and the bookshelves painted black.
“I know it is not as bright as you prefer, but in our offices, we represent the family.” He shrugged. Isobel walked into the office. There were beautiful big windows behind her desk looking out onto the clearing and the woods.
“This is perfect! I love it.” She turned around and smiled at him. It was beautiful, and she wouldn’t change much of it. Maybe just small things to make it her own.
“Thank goodness! I was worried that you wouldn’t like it. Your assistant’s office will be next to you on the other side. Interviews will start tomorrow afternoon. Your diary is on your new laptop on your
