Isabella Weaver was in the dormitory looking for a part-time job on her laptop when a woman in a professional suit suddenly pushed the door open and entered.
Molly Cox and the others were taken aback: "Who are you?"
Only Isabella looked surprised as she called out, "Secretary Wilson, why are you here?"
This beautiful, knowledgeable woman with a high degree was the spokesperson for their club's boss. Everyone at the club knew her, including Isabella, though they had never spoken before—she was too low in rank, just a small part-time server, worlds apart from the boss's close confidante.
The usually proud Secretary Wilson was now gentle and humble: "Miss Weaver, I'm here to take you back to the club. President Duff is right outside your dorm building. The dorm security is strict, so he couldn't come in and had to send me."
Isabella blinked, thinking she heard wrong.
Did this Secretary Wilson really know what she was saying?
President Duff was waiting for her downstairs?