Chapter 49 Trying It On Is Free

Feeling down, Isabella got home and tried calling Elodie again, but no luck. Her best friend had left without a word, and it crushed her.

When George came back, she was zoned out.

"Not happy?" George asked, sitting across from her.

Isabella nodded, "Elodie went abroad."

George knew more than he let on but didn't say anything.

He handed her a form, "This is the interview application for the Spencer Group. Fill it out when you can."

Isabella was surprised. She didn't expect it to be so quick.

"An interview? I can go? What's the position?" she asked.

George replied, "Depends on your interview results. HR will decide."

"If I pass, there's an internship, right?" Isabella knew most companies had an internship period.

George nodded, "We'll talk after you pass. We can't make you president right away."

"I never wanted to be president."

George ruffled her hair, "The internship is three months, pays $6,000 a month, and the full-time pay depends on the job."

"Is this relying on you?" Isabella tilted her head.

George smiled, "Not really. The company's intern salary is $4,000. The extra $2,000 is from me."

"Is that okay?" Isabella was secretly thrilled, smiling like a kid.

"If you think it's not, I can keep the extra $2,000," he teased.

"Do I look like someone who'd pass up extra cash? Your decision is... wise," Isabella said, giving him a thumbs up.

'Happy as I am, I still have to pass the interview to get into the Spencer Group. Patricia never mentioned an interview,' Isabella thought.

To prep for the interview, Isabella went shopping for a formal outfit.

Many stores were having sales this season.

Growing up in the countryside, Isabella was used to tough times. Even with money now, she wasn't into splurging, especially since Oliver still needed treatment.

If she could get something on sale, she would.

A black dress caught her eye. The beaded neckline made it look formal yet playful, perfect for her age.

"Hello," a sales assistant greeted warmly.

Isabella always asked for the price first. If it was too high, no point in trying it on.

"How much is this dress?"

The assistant checked, "Miss, it's on sale for $198,000."

Isabella almost gaped, "Okay, thanks."

Noticing her embarrassment, the assistant warmly invited her to try it on. "Trying it on is free, Miss."

Since she couldn't afford it, Isabella declined, "Sorry, I'll look at something else."

Just as Isabella was about to leave and check out other stores, a mocking voice rang out, "She's just a bumpkin. Even if she tries it on, she can't afford it."

It was Clara. She took the same dress from the sales assistant and held it up against herself, "It suits me. Wrap it up."

The sales assistant smiled and guided Clara to the checkout, "Miss, cash or card?"

Clara handed over a gold card, "No password."

As the assistant processed the payment, Clara sneered, "Looks like George doesn't care much about you. You can't even afford a dress. How pathetic."

"Just because I'm not buying it doesn't mean I can't afford it. No wonder you always score single digits in math," Isabella shot back. "But I should remind you, that dress size, you..." She glanced at Clara, who immediately got defensive, "Why wouldn't it fit me?"

Isabella raised an eyebrow and smiled wryly.

Clara closed her eyes in frustration and screamed, "Ugh!"

Feeling down about not finding a dress, Isabella decided to make do with what she had. She figured the interview was just a formality since she had connections.

But on the day of the interview, seeing the crowded hall made her heart race.

She tightened her grip on her interview materials.

"Here for the interview too?" a young girl asked.

Isabella snapped back to reality and smiled, "Yes."

"What position are you interviewing for?" The girl glanced at Isabella's form, "You didn't fill in the position?"

Isabella shook her head, "Isn't the position determined by the interview results?"

"That's what they say, but if you're not sure about your future direction, it's hard to pass." The girl handed Isabella a pen, "You should fill it in quickly."

Isabella didn't know the positions at Spencer Group, so she asked, "What position are you interviewing for?"

"Assistant to the president's secretary," the girl showed her form.

Isabella felt that wasn't for her, "Are there other positions?"

"Yes, administrative, design, programming, and more. What's your major?" the girl asked.

Isabella's major was oil painting, so she chose design. "I'll go with design."

"Alright," the girl said. "You're so pretty. My name's Molly Powell. What's yours?"

"Isabella Neville."

"Wow, beautiful name. You'll definitely pass," Molly encouraged.

"Let's both do our best," Isabella replied.

The interview process was orderly, with people lining up based on their positions.

Isabella felt a bit nervous. This was her first interview, and she wasn't sure if she'd succeed.

Soon, her name was called.

She entered the interview hall where the interviewers sat in a row, looking serious and indifferent, making her even more nervous.