NovelEnglishLoving Mom 81
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 cin here and ask to see Mr. Biggs... These homewreckers really have no shnowadays.”
“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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe 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 ssacred 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 | 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?’ | 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 cwith 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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