She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 61

By now, the receptionist wasn’t hearing a single word Keegan said. She scrambled out from behind the desk and practically crawled to Loyce, then bowed so deeply her forehead nearly hit the floor. Tears streamed down her face.

“I’m so sorry—so sorry. I really didn’t know you were Mr. Lonsdale’s sister. I swear I didn’t! Please, please forgive me. I need this job. I really need it!”

Loyce could sympathize with tears, just not from someone who only cried after realizing she’d picked the wrong person to mess with.

Her voice stayed even, almost bored. “I gave you a chance. I told you to call and confirm. But you didn’t. Because you don’t have basic professional standards. Someone like you staying here is a liability. Next time you decide to judge a client by their outfit, you might end up offending an important customer and dragging the Lonsdale name into it.”

Keegan and Marshall stared at the scene like the floor had flipped upside down beneath them.

Keegan’s chest tightened. “What are you talking about? Whose sister? Say it clearly!”

The receptionist could barely form words anymore. She dropped to her knees, clutched at Loyce’s pant leg, and sobbed. “Ms. Lonsdale! Please don’t let them fire me! I need this job!”

A front-desk position at a Lonsdale Group branch wasn’t hard work. It didn’t require elite credentials either. If you were presentable, you got a cushy job with air-conditioning and a steady paycheck. She couldn’t bear to lose it. So she begged.

The sales reps who’d been laughing earlier had already vanished—gone like smoke—praying Loyce wouldn’t remember their faces.

Loyce looked down at the receptionist with cold, flat eyes. “People only grow after they learn a lesson.”

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