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

Been here since I graduated, so nearly four years now." Chloe

murmured a quick thank you as she inquired in a low voice, "Have you seen Henry from SHC Group in

didn't you know that? When Mr. Patrick has friends to entertain, this is where he brings them. He's

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

a VIP coming tonight, so we both need to be in uniform. I'll pick up the

provided housing. Since Emily was the sales director, she had a private apartment, so being closely associated with her had its

dollars on

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

Chloe, the other receptionist, said as she handed Jasmine

is over there.

the mention of makeup. She realized she had no idea how to apply it. Five

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

product of years of ballet training. Her face was attractively small and her complexion fair. Her black hair was tied low behind her ears, and although her lips looked pale, she was nearly

Especially those legs.

exceptionally so, but her proportions were ideal. Her long legs were striking, except for the bruises that had not yet faded. The dark

down. But her legs were just too

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

herself with

on your legs?" Chloe whispered, eyes falling on

down and bit her lip,

out a new pair of flesh-toned

Jasmine murmured as she took the stockings.

slap on some lipstick and let's

slipped into the stockings, stepped into the unfamiliar high heels, and applied some lipstick Emily had given her. Her complexion improved instantly, and she cautiously made

gasped at Jasmine's appearance. "Such a shame, such a waste to have you just standing by the door greeting