"Take her out," the receptionist said flatly, motioning toward the security guard. "She's disturbing the office environment and messing with the staff's concentration. Throw her in the gutter outside if you have to."
She ended the statement with a smirk, her eyes gleaming with quiet satisfaction as she looked directly at Poppi.
Poppi turned to her slowly, her mouth hanging open in pure disbelief. Not a single word came out. For once, she was speechless. Truly and utterly speechless.
And judging by the stunned look on her face, it was possibly the first time in her life.
'Hmm, it seems i have finally destroyed the one and only Poppi Balfours image' the receptionist thought, feeling satisfied.
Poppi was stunned—completely and utterly stunned. The sheer nerve of it. A receptionist—a mere employee with an overstyled bun and too much lip gloss—had dared to disrespect her.
