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.

girl, whispering,

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

inquired in a low voice, "Have you seen

SHC Group; didn't you know that? When Mr.

breathed a sigh of relief and shook her head. Emily had brought her on board, and HR gave Emily the respect she deserved as the sales

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

her; the company also provided housing. Since Emily was the

of over three thousand dollars on the fifteenth

doing. She missed her son terribly, but couldn't bring herself to call, fearing that

said as she handed Jasmine a pair of crystal high heels and a dress. Even receptionists at a high-end club had to meet a

there. Feel free to use

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

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in the mirror. The dress

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

Especially those legs.

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

hem of the dress down. But her legs were just too long; the high slits of the dress, cutting up to the thigh, left

to freeze at the sight of Jasmine. "Wait, do you take dance

Jasmine shrunk into herself with unease written all

with the bruises on your legs?" Chloe whispered, eyes falling on the marks marring Jasmine's

bit

pulled out a new pair of flesh-toned stockings. "Here, put

stockings. "I'll... I'll buy

slap on some lipstick and let's go. Ms. Blanche said the big shot's

into the stockings, stepped into the unfamiliar high heels, and applied some lipstick Emily

we minimalist? Just lipstick?" Ms. Blanche, who oversaw the receptionists, gasped at Jasmine's appearance. "Such a shame, such a waste to have you just standing by