Choices We Make

06.

Waking up in the morning felt like hassle for Isabella. She never was a morning person. Of course, becoming an adult comes with responsibilities of waking up early in the morning to make money for living.

Being cut off from the unlimited money few years ago, Isabella took that responsibility very seriously. She wasn't poor by no means. Making more in year than average American comes in handy with impulsive buyings, but not always she had stood in the comfortable position.

Out of the college with bachelor degree, a foot deep in finishing grad school Isabella had to make choice — stay in Manchester and eventually take over the main headquarters of the company as she's the older child of Landon-Carlisle family.

Or leave everything behind — ex-girlfriend, apartment, friends, memories but most importantly her overbearing dad with grandfather. And the choice coasted a lot.

Leaving the comfortableness by have name what opens doors just by looking at them, having practically everyone in your pocket. It was all gone. And only because she wanted an escape. Isabella had to live with consequences for a while.

Manchester — whole United Kingdom was marked with Red Cross — she was blacklisted.

That's how she found herself flying to her mothers asking for help. Having to find a normal job in states wasn't hard as back in England, but still, she had to call couple names.

Olivia was one of them.

SharkCorp — even how hilarious name was — saved Isabella's ass.

That's why she's woke up way before sun glided itself the horizon, laptop in her hand, documents scattered through the bed. She worked. Without noticing clock turning to nine in the morning and hearing heels clicking through hardwood floors.

"You up?" A knock startled blonde girl.

"Yea,-" crack interrupted the yell. "-yeah, I'm up. You can come in."

Sabrina appeared in her room. It took few seconds to take sight of dark circles hanging itself under the sleepy eyes, a stain of neon marker tracing on the left cheek and clueless gaze in Isabella's eyes.

"Since when are you working?"

"Um,-" Isabella looked over digital watch, her eyes widening. "-gosh, it's already ten past nine. I've been up since five. Couldn't sleep... and, oh fuck, I need shower and meet up with catering company."

Young woman jumped out of the bed, throwing her oversized shirt onto the beanbag and trying to find something nice to wear in a small luggage. She couldn't. Every cloth she own — damn you Sabrina for being right — was a business casual.

Button downs, slacks, heels and other quite expensive stuff what makes her look sharp. And for some reason she only brought couple pairs of slacks — if they decide have an outing in the evening — and sweatpants.

Not even a pair of jeans.

Curing under breathe, she picked a maroon coloured slacks, a black buttons — looking at clothes in hand Isabella only shook head. This will do...

"Calm down, Bella. Stop pacing."

Isabella shook head while fishing for some undergarments. "Can't, I need be on time. I hate being late."