CHAPTER FIFTY - ONE - A SULKING HEAD OF DEPARTMENT.

" How many more applicants are there?" Isabella asked, picking up the file of the next interviewee and flipping through it. Nothing special. " There are six more," Rosa - whom stood by the door so she could call it in the applicant, and open the door for them when they leave - answered. Isabella groaned, forcefully flipping the page of the file in front of her and nearly ripping it apart. " You can just call it quits if you can't handle it," Miss. Perez - who even though the responsibility of hiring new staffs for the new formed department had been given to Isabella, had barged into the conference room being used as the interview venue - said sweetly. " The cooperate world is not for everybody you see, especially spoiled princesses." Isabella knew she was indirectly talking to her and telling her to go back to wherever she came from. She was losing patient with the snarky woman, and with the mood she was in, she might do or say something she would end up regretting later. Is