After a long while, Isabella finally got up to wash the bowls and calmly put them in the disinfectant cabinet. After changing clothes, she went to the garage and started her car. It took her half an hour for the company.
"Good morning, Mrs. Miller." The staff all greeted Isabella
"Morning." Isabella smiled and nodded. She went into the office, taking off her jacket, and asked the assistant: "Is Mr. Smith here yet?"
"Yes, he's in the office."
Isabella went to the executive office, knocked the door and got in.
"Mrs. Miller?" Seeing Isabella coming in, he immediately put down the documents and invited her to the reception area. Smith even started making tea and asked: "Why are you here, Mrs. Miller?"
"Something about borrowing money from you." Isabella did not cover it up. She then said pleadingly: "Mr. Smith, I have worked in this company for three years. You know pretty well the person I am, and I really hope you can borrow me two million dollars."
Mr. Smith was startled for a moment, then said embarrassingly: "Mr. Miller, I am not the only one in charge of the company. Also, with such a large amount of money, even if I approve, the other directors would not."
"I know. Well, can I borrow it from you in private?" Isabella then said, "Don't worry, in at most half a year, I will return this money with even 5% interest!"
"Mrs. Miller, I have no choice. My wife controls all of my money. You know her, and if she found out that I lend money to someone, I won't be allowed to get home."
Mr. Smith seemed to have remind of something and asked Isabella: "Hey, isn't your husband an investor as I remember? If so, two million dollars is just chickenfeed to him. Why didn't you tell him? "
"He? Just some small investments. Not that much money." She felt bitter saying that.
In their three years' marriage, she knew nothing about Christian's company except that he was an investor. After all, she had a contract with him, and his money has nothing to do with her.
"Mrs. Miller, I really want want to help you, but there is nothing I can do." Mr. Smith made her a cup of tea: "Let me see...next month I would increase your salary, since you have been hard working during this period."
Isabella knew that there was no point in saying anything else, she stood up and left: "I'm sorry to bother you for so long, thank you."
"No worries, I didn't help either. You could try bank loan."
"Thank you."
Isabella felt a little irritated after leaving the executive office. She went to the washroom and took out a cigarette pack, lit them up in a cubicle when seeing no one around.
She was not addicted to cigarettes, and smoking was just for fun. Ever since she married Christian and knew that he hated the smell of cigarettes, she had never touched it again. Not until recent days did she begin to smoke and become addicted.
Isabella sat on the toilet and smoked. Her face was slightly solemn.
Ever since she was young, she had always been proud of her father as a judge. In university she had also thought about majoring in judiciary, but due to little interest, she chose finance in the end.
she felt for a long time that her family was far beyond 'rich'. She had abundant dowry when she got married, and then her family also moved into a three-story villa. She had always felt that her father was making too much money, but didn't think too much about it.
It wasn't until a month ago when her father didn't return home and the news reported about his massive corruption, Isabella found that her father had been arrested.
Her mother was almost crying to be blind and her hair was turning white due to anxiety.
Isabella was calm enough, she comforted her mother and contacted the lawyer, trying to pay back the illicit money little by little.
She sold all the houses including her dowry house and car. She even shamelessly moved to Christian's apartment. However, she still needed two million dollars. All the relatives avoided any contact with her family, not to tell borrowing money.
For half a month, she had contacted all her good friends but failed to borrow one cent.