Chapter 297:
“Are you so proud of being a loyal lackey? What has Corrine done to earn such blind devotion? Has she bewitched you into thinking she’s infallible?”
Natasha turned off the faucet with deliberate slowness, dried her hands with a paper towel, and responded with calculated disdain, “Such vulgar language. Did you forget basic hygiene after using the facilities? Perhaps you need assistance cleaning that mouth of yours?”
Her position as second-in-command, coupled with her status as Corrine’s trusted right hand, made her virtually untouchable.
The other women, sensing the dangerous trajectory of the confrontation, hastily muffled their companion’s protests.
“Miss Dixon, please excuse her loose tongue. This is entirely our fault. We’re leaving.”
They practically dragged the furious woman from the restroom before she could resist further.
In their wake, Natasha sagged against the sink, her knees finally betraying her inner turmoil. She drew several steadying breaths before making her way back to the top floor.
The moment she returned to her office, Corrine’s internal line chirped.
“Come to my office.”
“Right away!” Natasha hurried to comply.
Corrine’s first words cut straight to the heart of the matter.
“I hear you got into an altercation?”
Natasha bit her bottom lip as she nodded nervously. With so many eyeing her position, hungry for any misstep, the speed of information flow didn’t surprise her.
“They were spreading malicious gossip about you.”
To Natasha’s surprise, Corrine’s response was a soft smile.
“Let them talk. Their words can’t diminish me.”
“Absolutely not!” Natasha’s passionate objection burst forth before Corrine could finish.
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Corrine’s eyebrow arched with intrigue, prompting Natasha to fidget with the hem of her blouse as she explained, “You’ve done nothing wrong. The blame lies solely with those who hurt you. You taught me to confront those who cause harm, not to endure their attacks silently.”
Corrine studied her thoughtfully.
“Natasha, you’ve transformed completely…”
Indeed, confidence now radiated from her once-timid assistant.
Gone was the doormat who absorbed abuse without complaint.
Natasha’s eyes sparkled at the observation, her smile genuine.
“That’s because you and Jolene entered my life.”
Without Corrine and Jolene, Natasha might still be drowning in despair, or worse, she might not have survived at all. They had become her guiding stars, and she would defend their light fiercely.
Her phone’s sudden ring interrupted the moment. An unlisted number made her pause before answering.
Bruce, blocked from contacting Corrine directly, had resorted to reaching out through Natasha.
After hearing his request, Natasha turned to Corrine, silently mouthing, “Bruce from Ashton Group requests to see you.”
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