Isabel did not poke her head out, however - she called the front desk, had a brief exchanged with her receptionist, and hung up. She'd been very pleased by how quickly the position she'd advertised for had gotten responses. Isabel had been rather resigned to importing someone from L.A., but this Ella Michaels had a good resume and she was local. More or less.
The sooner she could have the position filled, the better. Training an assistant was a very tedious task, and she needed someone malleable so it could be long-term. Her last one had burned out a bit quicker than she would've liked - she'd pushed him a little too hard, to be fair. Humans. So breakable!
Ella was led to Isabel's office by the smiling receptionist and announced. Like the rest of the office space, Isabel's was very modern, with lots of black and white and chrome and glass. Isabel herself was the only splash of color, wearing a ferocious red outfit that was dangerously short and accented by positively wicked heels to match. On her desk was a copy of Ella's resume and nothing else besides a very thin flat screen monitor.
"Miss Michaels," Isabel said, rising from her seat and gesturing to the plush swivel chair across from her, "Please, have a seat. I've been looking forward to meeting you."
She was beautiful, but there was still a peculiar mousiness to her that immediately intrigued the demon. Some damage there to be exploited, perhaps? Isabel liked her already. As Ella approached, she proferred her hot little hand for a shake, really leaning over the table to reach.