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.

whispering, "How long have you

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

voice, "Have you seen Henry from SHC Group in the four years

widened with 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

board, and HR gave Emily the respect

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

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

month, she could pocket a paycheck of over three thousand dollars on the fifteenth

Justin was doing. She missed her son terribly, but couldn't bring herself to

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

there. Feel free to use my cosmetics," Chloe, already makeup-ready, looked

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

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she examined herself in the mirror. The dress was

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

Especially those legs.

striking, except for the bruises that had not

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

the door open, only to freeze at the

Jasmine shrunk into herself with unease

Chloe whispered, eyes

down and bit her

her bag, Chloe pulled out a new pair of

the stockings. "I'll... I'll buy you a

slap on some lipstick 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

the receptionists, gasped at Jasmine's appearance. "Such a shame,