Chapter 81
Sharon had no choice. She dialed Carter’s number.
No one picked up.
After a while, the call cut off on its own.
The two receptionists looked at her with even more disdain now, their expressions openly mocking-as if she were something dirty, something offensive to look at.
One of them, eyes lingering on Sharon’s striking face, sneered with a flicker of jealousy. “What a joke. The great Mrs. Biggs can’t even get her husband on the phone? Who’s she trying to fool? Every random stray thinks they can just come in here and ask to see Mr. Biggs… These homewreckers really have no shame nowadays.”
“I’ve seen plenty of flashy women thinking they can seduce Mr. Biggs just because they’re pretty. But pretending to be his wife? That’s a new level of pathetic.” 1
They didn’t raise their voices, but they made sure every word was clear enough for Sharon to hear. Their contempt was unmistakable, almost tangible in the air.
Sharon hadn’t expected this. After five years of marriage, she had nothing-not even the bare minimum of respect.
She asked quietly, “Is Carter in the office today?”
One of them replied stiffly, “Sorry, company policy. We’re not allowed to disclose Mr. Biggs’s whereabouts to outsiders.”
The other one laughed in a mockingly sweet tone. “Aren’t you supposed to be Mrs. Biggs? Shouldn’t a wife know if her husband’s at work?”
Sharon stared at their sneering faces, then turned without a word and walked toward the seating area in the lobby.
The receptionists had already written her off as just another scheming woman trying to get close to Carter. Now that she didn’t leave, their tone turned even sharper.
“Hey, I’d suggest you leave now. Mr. Biggs won’t see you.”
“Women like you just pollute the air by staying here.”
“If you don’t leave, I’m calling security.”
“Get the hell out already!”
Sharon hadn’t intended to argue with them. They were just doing their jobs, and she had no desire to make things harder than they already were.
But this wasn’t about protocol anymore. This was personal.
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She looked at the two of them, their hostility flaring like they were guarding some sacred gate. A cold smile tugged at her lips.
So this was the kind of pull Carter had.
She turned back toward them. “Oh? So this is the standard of professionalism at the Biggs Group’s front desk?”
She pulled out her phone, calmly pointing the camera at them. “I wonder what would happen if I posted this online, or sent it to a few media outlets. Might even make headlines. Let’s go with… ‘Receptionists at the Biggs Group verbally assault visitors like street bullies-lack of professionalism or company culture?’ I wonder… would the Biggs Group’s stock price take a hit?”
The moment they saw her recording, the color drained from their faces.
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Whatever kind of woman Sharon might be, her actions were one thing. But their own professionalism-or lack thereof-was
another entirely.
If this went public and damaged the company’s image… the consequences would be more than they could handle.
They were panicking now.
Working at the Biggs Group came with top-tier pay and benefits. Even a receptionist position was coveted. But after being here
long enough, they’d started to see themselves as superior and untouchable.
This time, they’d gone too far. They’d picked the wrong woman to cross.
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