Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 53 Look Up

In Boston, at The Club, Emily ushered Jasmine inside, securing her a relatively easy job as a receptionist.

With her striking features, fair complexion, and fine figure, Jasmine was a standout at the reception desk.

"Being a receptionist is all about image, but it can attract trouble too. If a drunk patron bothers you, don't engage call me, got it?" Emily, now the Sales Director, had the clout to protect Jasmine.

Jasmine nodded in understanding, "Alright, I got it."

Her gaze flitting momentarily to her phone, Emily rallied a group of attractive girls to entertain the guests.

"Anderson, long time no see! What's your poison tonight? Drinks are on me."

The portly man grinned and wrapped an arm around Emily's waist. "You treating me? I've brought some friends tonight; fetch a couple of sharp ones to join the fun."

With a knowing smile, Emily followed Anderson into the elevator.

Jasmine, positioned at the reception, reflected on the HR department's briefing, committing to memory the faces of key patrons-wealthy clients who couldn't be affronted.

"Where are you from? Being this attractive and staying up front seems like a raw deal," Chloe, the other receptionist, said with a smile.

Jasmine returned the smile, "I'm from out of town."

"A fellow out-of-towner, huh? I'm from Fairtown; beautiful scenery there," Chloe spoke with a bright demeanor; she wasn't conventionally beautiful but her smile was infectious.

"You know, being a receptionist only pays just over four grand. There's no commission. With your looks, a bit of socializing over drinks-nothing seedy-and you could clear twenty or thirty grand a month," Chloe remarked upon seeing Jasmine silent, curious why she wouldn't consider being a hostess.

Jasmine shook her head, "I'm allergic to alcohol."

"Oh, that's too bad. But it's alright-we make less, but it's easier work," Chloe said with an understanding nod.

the girl, whispering, "How long have you been

graduated, so nearly four years now." Chloe stealthily passed a piece

low voice, "Have you

eyes widened with recognition. "Seen him? Of course! Our club is backed by SHC Group; didn't you know that? When Mr. Patrick has friends to entertain,

Emily had brought her on board, and HR gave Emily the respect she deserved as the sales

both need to

reassured. Landing a receptionist position had been a stabilizing moment for her; the company also provided housing. Since Emily was the sales director, she had a private apartment, so being closely associated with her had its perks

she worked through this month, she could pocket a paycheck of over three thousand dollars on the fifteenth of the next. She'd

her son terribly, but couldn't bring herself to call, fearing that hearing his cries would make her

said as she handed Jasmine

your makeup. The makeup room is over there. Feel free to use my cosmetics,"

no idea how to apply it. Five years in prison meant no need for cosmetics, and even before that, stage makeup had always

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into the outfit in the makeup room, feeling awkward as she examined herself in

ballet training. Her face was attractively small and her complexion fair. Her black hair was

Especially those legs.

were striking, except for the bruises that had not yet faded. The dark

breath, Jasmine tugged the hem of the dress down. But her legs were just too long; the

the door open, only to freeze at the sight of Jasmine. "Wait, do

into herself with unease written all over

the bruises on your legs?" Chloe whispered, eyes falling on the

down and bit her

out a new

as she took the stockings.

your looks, just slap on some lipstick and let's go. Ms. Blanche said the big shot's arriving soon and

high heels, and applied some lipstick Emily had given her.

Just lipstick?" Ms. Blanche, who oversaw the receptionists, gasped at Jasmine's appearance. "Such a shame, such a waste to