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

four years now."

in a low voice, "Have

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

Emily had brought her on board, and HR gave Emily the respect

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

was the sales director, she had a private apartment, so being closely associated with her had its perks Jasmine got

paycheck of over three thousand dollars on

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

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 at a high-end club had to meet a strict dress code for a consistently

makeup. The makeup room is over there. Feel free to use my

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

only place to read the complete version of this book for

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

inches tall, not exceptionally so, but her proportions were ideal. Her long legs were striking,

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

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

herself with unease written

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

and bit her

Chloe pulled out a new pair

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

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

some lipstick Emily had

aren't we minimalist? Just lipstick?" Ms. Blanche, who oversaw the receptionists, gasped at Jasmine's appearance. "Such a shame, such a