Jenna, however, took one look at him.
And spat directly on his thousand–dollar suit. “Ptooey.”
“Who the hell are you to talk to me?”
“Get your master out here!”
A collective gasp filled the lobby.
Everyone knew Silas Finch’s position.
He was second only to Donovan Croft himself.
To disrespect him like this was a death wish.
As expected, a serene smile spread across Silas’s face.
He calmly gestured to security, who promptly dragged my screaming, cursing sister out of the building.
Less than two minutes later, police cars arrived and took her away.
The next day, a new notice was posted at the entrance of Croft Enterprises.
A large, unflattering photo of Jenna was displayed under the words: “AND DOGS NOT ALLOWED.”
Banned from the company and
h the corrupt head of security fired, Jenna was cut off.
At home, she smashed everything she could get her hands on.
She tried to leak her story to the tabloids.
The moment they heard the name “Donovan Croft,” they packed up their gear and fled. One paparazzo sneered at her.
“You call this a story?”
“A hundred women a day claim they’ve slept with Donovan Croft.”
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“And honey, you’re one of the ugliest I’ve seen.”
His words sent her into a fury.
“You just wait!”
“When I’m Mrs. Croft, you’ll be the first one I destroy!”
I thought that would be the end of it, that reality would finally break through her delusion. I was wrong.
A few days later, Jenna announced she’d found a new way to get to him.
I choked on my water.
“What are you going to do?”
“The Croft estate is hiring house staff.”
“I got a job,” she said, a triumphant smirk on her face.
“I’m finally getting inside.”
I stared at her.
“Are you sure it’s the Croft estate?”
Croft Enterprises ran background checks on their janitors. How could a position inside his home be so easy to get? “Of course!”
“They just took a blood sample and hired me on the spot.” She was beaming.
“This is how it always happens in the books!”
“He’ll fall in love with the humble maid.”
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“It’s the beginning of our love story!”
I swallowed the sarcastic retort, forcing a simple, “Congratulations.” “I’ll be waiting for your good news.”
She’d been through enough humiliation lately.
I feared another dose of my reality would make her snap and actually stab me. My feigned support worked.
“See, Carys?”
“You’re finally getting it.”
“When I’m the lady of the house, I’ll set you up with your own company.”
“You won’t have to slave away as an accountant anymore.”
I just nodded.
