My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I shook my head, "It's okay. Mr. Saunders is coming down to fetch me. You should go up first. I wouldn't want to delay your work."

Troy raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly, "Vice President Saunders?"

I nodded.

At that, he smiled and went straight up without saying anything else.

Seeing this situation, the receptionist looked at me, her face scrunched up with worry, and she apologized, "Mrs. Roberts, please forgive me. I didn't mean- I'm just doing my job. I'm really sorry!"

Minnie was even angrier to hear that, "Doing your job, huh? What should a receptionist do? You should attend to guests and pass messages. But you didn't attend to us well, and you didn't convey our message."

"You didn't bother to convey the message to the office, and I don't blame you for that because we didn't make an appointment. However, you failed at doing your most important task, which is receiving guests. Not only that you didn't treat us well, but you're also rude to us. The company shouldn't hire someone like you."

Minnie was two-fist. After all, she had been working by Dalton's side for so many years. She had seen many things, and she was experienced. So, naturally, she had a clear mind and sharp speech.

words. She looked at me and apologized again, "Mrs. Roberts, I'm sorry! I didn't

the victim's family, the crime wasn't done?" Minnie was unsatisfied, so she didn't hold back

"I've already apologized. Why are you being so aggressive? Why are you taking the anger out at me because she couldn't keep an eye

around him. Miss Burton,

she said, the viler

her hand, wanting to give the lady a good lesson. I grabbed Minnie's hand and stopped her, "It's okay, Minnie. Don't

people in the crowd around had already taken out their phones to take pictures and videos. If someone were to use these pictures and videos to spread gossip, it would be much more troublesome to deal with

was planning to expand the market. Tittle- tattle like this

just

shook my head. "I don't mind it.

a large group of people. Frowning, he looked at me and asked, "What's

at the front desk. The receptionist who was sharp-tongued just a moment ago was at a loss for what to do, and she seemed

to admire delicious food or

lightly and said,