Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

The entire room froze at Aurora's sudden declaration.

"What? Miss Montgomery, what did you just say?" Willow Shore was stunned. She had only exchanged a few angry words, and now Miss Montgomery was saying she should stay and work here? She must have misheard. Or maybe she was still dreaming.

"I said, from now on, you'll take her place," Aurora replied, her voice crisp and to the point.

"Aurora, if you want to humiliate me, there's no need for such theatrics. If you want me gone, I'll leave," Gemma said, her face clouded with resentment. She had just spent ages begging for the position, only for Aurora to ignore her. Now, inexplicably, the spot was being handed to a juice-bar waitress. How could she accept this?

"You're mistaken," Aurora said, her expression unchanged. "I never do anything pointless, and I certainly wouldn't change decisions because of you. You're not as important to me as you imagine."

Aurora truly had no reason to humiliate Gemma-it wasn't worth her time. If she wanted to embarrass her, there were plenty of simpler and more effective ways. But Aurora didn't care enough. For her, there were far more pressing matters to attend to. Gemma barely registered in her thoughts. If not for this incident, she might have forgotten Gemma altogether.

"Miss Montgomery, I haven't done anything. Why would you hire me? I don't know how to do anything..." Willow Shore stammered, completely confused.

Only Heather seemed to understand Aurora's nature. She was not someone to act without reason. If Aurora said something, there was always a purpose behind it.

"Miss Montgomery must think you have a strong memory and sees potential in you. She likely wants to cultivate that talent," Heather offered after some thought. Gemma sneered. "A good memory? Who knows if she just happened to glance at the desk and counted the items out of boredom. This is pure luck! A person who didn't even go to college-how low are the company's hiring standards that you'd bring her in?"

Aurora's eyes narrowed slightly. "Luck, you say? Very well. Willow, tell me-what distinctive features did the manager you just saw have?"

a cup of

eyes, as if recalling the scene, and then spoke. "The manager was wearing a brown

I remember

side. The sleeves were three-quarter length. She had medium- length, slightly wavy chestnut hair. There's a small mole on her chin and another near her right ear. Oh, and she has

required extraordinary memory and observation. Gemma was speechless. She had seen Mona more often than Willow had, yet she had never noticed the tiny mole on her face until Willow mentioned it. The girl's memory was indeed remarkable. Gemma felt bitter, but there was no denying the truth. "Excellent," Aurora said with a faint smile. "Follow Heather later to

but quickly nodded enthusiastically. "I'm willing! Thank you, Miss Montgomery, for giving me this opportunity. I've watched your

aboard," Aurora said, confident she had made the right

frustration. To be so easily

glance at Gemma. Her eyes held no anger or reproach. The matter was resolved, and Aurora had suffered no

emotions-frustration, bitterness, and helplessness. Aurora's lack of scolding only made the finality of her dismissal

room, Gemma watched Willow Shore

to Willow. "If you need help, feel free to ask me or another colleague. Once your paperwork is done, I'll

The other employees were still in the dark about what had happened. Why was Gemma packing her things? Why was her

and instead led Willow away to complete

were gone, the remaining employees

on? Why are you packing? Are

I'm leaving the company,"

doing so well! Why would you leave now, especially when we're on an upward trajectory? It seems like