Chapter 225 You’ve Transformed Completely
Natasha approached the sink with measured steps, her composure unwavering. “I’m
talking about you. If you need clarification, I’ll gladly gposure unwavering. “I’m
intentione
I’ll gladly specify. Your daily flamboyant
attire speaks volumes about your with the male employees.”
a with a venomous glare. “Are you so
“I’ll rip that mouth off your face!” The woman in the tight skirt quivered with unbridled fury, her eyes blazing crimson as she fixed proud of being a loyal lackey? What has Corrine done to earn such blind devotion? Has she bewitched you into thinking she’s infallible?”
with a paper Natasha turned off the faucet with deliberate slowness, dried her hand towel, and responded with calculated disdain, “Such vulgar language. Did you forget facilities? Perhaps you need assistance cleaning that
basic hygiene after using the
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 bef
further.
she could resist
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.
Corrine’s eyebrow arched with intrigue, prompting Natasha to fidget with her blouse hem 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.
you Natasha’s eyes sparkled at the observation, her smile genuine. “That’s because and Jolene entered my life.”
Without Corrine and Jolene, Natasha might still be drowning in despair, or worse,
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.”
Corrine’s slight frown conveyed volumes to her perceptive assistant.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not familiar with the Miss Holland you’re referring to,” Natasha responded crisply before ending the call.
