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?"

had noticed Willow's sharp memory when she recalled a cup

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

I remember

square buttons, and there was a pearl brooch on the left 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.

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

for giving me this opportunity. I've watched your perfume launches

confident she

in frustration. To be

go handle the paperwork too," Aurora said, casting a dispassionate glance at Gemma. Her eyes held no anger or reproach. The matter was resolved, and

lack of scolding only made the finality of her dismissal

of the room, Gemma watched Willow

said to Willow. "If you need help, feel free to ask me or

were still in the dark about what had happened. Why was Gemma packing her things? Why was her seat being given to

bother engaging with Gemma and instead led Willow away to complete the onboarding

they were gone, the remaining employees gathered

packing? Are you being transferred to

I'm leaving the

so well! Why would you leave now, especially when we're on an