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, "How long have

so nearly four years now." Chloe stealthily passed

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

recognition. "Seen him? Of course! Our club is backed by SHC Group; didn't you know that? When Mr. Patrick has friends to entertain, this is where he brings them. He's our top client. Didn't Ms. Blanche fill you in during your

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

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

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

of over three thousand dollars on the fifteenth of the next. She'd save five hundred for

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

tall and slim-I got you a size small. Check if the hem is too short; here are the shoes," Chloe, the other receptionist, said as she handed Jasmine a pair of crystal high heels and a dress. Even receptionists

do your makeup. The makeup room is over 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

of this book for free. Don't miss

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

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

Especially those legs.

were ideal. Her long legs were striking, except for the bruises

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

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

Jasmine shrunk into herself with unease

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

down and bit

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

stockings. "I'll... I'll buy you a new pair

and let's go. Ms. Blanche said the big shot's arriving soon and we're

heels, and applied some lipstick Emily had given her. Her complexion improved instantly, and

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