My Four Miraculous Treasures

Chapter 94

Willow was cleaning the meeting room. There was a stack of papers on the table, showing some fashion designs. They looked so good that her eyes were drawn to them, in spite of herself.

She moved over for a closer look. The first one showed a canary yellow ensemble, chic and pretty. It was similar to what Edith had been wearing, but not quite the same.

"Willow Nason! What do you think you're doing?!" someone shrieked from the doorway.

She turned to look, as Edith stormed into the room and snatched up the papers from the table, clutching them tightly as she hissed at her, "Spying on our designs? What for? Our entire design team worked non-stop to produce these designs! They're not for the eyes of a simple cleaning woman like you!"

Edith's tone was laced with menace, mockery, and contempt.

Willow didn't want to pick a fight with her. Wearing a polite smile, she said, "You're exactly right, Ms. Price! Why was such a precious document just sitting around here, on the meeting room table? You're the personal secretary to the CEO himself, aren't you? It won't do for you to be so careless!"

Willow's clever roundabout attack stung Edith hard, leaving the woman fuming mad. However, she had to remember that her station was above a mere janitor, so she should act like it, instead of giving in to emotion. "This meeting room looks clean enough; meanwhile, Mr. Hughes' desk is quite a mess. You're needed in his office, immediately."

As Edith watched her go, a

Jasper's office. He was at his desk, reviewing

An invisible wave of force seemed to wash outward from the man, so that any sound she made seemed much

a cleaning job

and began wiping

Her work uniform, normally such a practical and sensible thing to wear for work, now felt open to advertise the secret

long, delicate neck... her soft, silken

became as grim and

notice. She just kept rubbing away as hard as she could, hoping to finish quickly so

right off the table. It hit the floor with a solid

Frightened beyond her wits, Willow

on the table leg, and

she fell right

hot and fiery, hard and