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

years now." Chloe stealthily passed a piece of

a quick thank you as she inquired in a low voice, "Have you

Our club is backed by SHC Group; didn't you know that? When Mr. Patrick has friends to entertain, this is where he brings

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

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

Since Emily was

a paycheck of over three thousand dollars on the fifteenth of the next. She'd save five hundred for herself, and the rest could

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

shoes," Chloe, the other receptionist, said as she handed Jasmine a pair of crystal high heels and a

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

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

only place to read the complete version of this book for free.

feeling awkward as she examined herself in the mirror. The dress was long-sleeved but clung to her contours, highlighting an

was elegantly long-the product of years of ballet training. Her face was attractively small and her complexion fair. Her black hair was tied low behind her

Especially those legs.

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

legs were just too long; the high slits of the dress, cutting up to the thigh, left little to

only to freeze at the sight of Jasmine.

Jasmine shrunk into herself with unease

your legs?" Chloe whispered, eyes

looked down and bit her lip, staying

through her bag, Chloe pulled out a new pair of flesh-toned stockings.

murmured as she took the stockings. "I'll... I'll buy

just slap on some lipstick and let's go. Ms.

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

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