The Depressed CEO is my boss

with the next question. "How did you hear about this position, Ms. Jonathan?" He inquired, nonchalantly not bothering to look up from his d

im. He answered it before the intruder stepped in. "Sorry to interrupt Mr. Grayson, but your car has arrived for the me

et and ambled towards her, holding a file. "It... will?" She asked also getting up from the

o meet you, Ms. Jonathan." He stretches his hand and she takes it. "Please call me Isabella," she insisted, returning a smile at him. He nodded his head to her, still grinning like a Cheshire Cat. "My name is Tyler Connor, I

g a massive breakdance in her head. She hurriedly

, his mother isn't back yet?" Isabella asked, making her way to the fridge. She grabbed a bottle of water and gulped almost everything down. "I'm hungry, what's for dinner?" She asks slumping down b

er was right; her new boss was a jerk. He was so arrogant, a coward. She cursed and groaned, covering

e back. "Are you ready to work hard for me

out a soft groan, pushing her elder sister off her. "Urgh what is wrong with you? Do you know how my body is aching from all the

. "And you were right, he is a total jerk. So arrogant and I could swear I have

Isabella patted her hand as she gave her a pitiful look. "I know, but it's for the best right? Now I've gotten a job that pays massively.

ew apartment closer to Grayson's Enterprises. She locks eyes with her older sister,

ts and stared at it, suddenly feeling how much she wished they were with her to rejoice this such amazing achievement. She heaved a si

how hot he may or may not be." Isabella carefully noted. Hannah made a squeaking sound, holding Isabella's shoulders. "So you admit it.

urse, looking gorgeous shaking hands with the president.

d towards Hannah. "Wait, what?" She shows Isabella her phone, and there, in unden