“I’m not getting into this with you. Buzz off.” With that, Jasmine shoved Natalie out of the way as she made her approach towards Plumlee.
Her half-sister stumbled and would have lurched over if not for Joyce’s timely intervention.
“Are you blind, Jasmine Smith? Can’t you see Nat standing there?” Joyce bellowed as she glared at Jasmine.
Jasmine glanced at Natalie. “Who told her to put herself in the way?”
“Why you little…”
“Alright Joyce, there’s no need for us to argue with the likes of her.” Natalie patted the back of Joyce’s hand to calm her.
Shane, who had been observing somberly through the surveillance cameras away from the booth, barked out. “Have Niall get rid of that woman.”
“Understood,” Silas replied before he sent out another message.
Plumlee felt even more assured after reading the message from Silas. He straightened his tie and was about to speak, but Jasmine got in before him. “Hello Mr. Smith, I’m the representative of Jasminum. I understand that you are from out of town, and are looking for a partner to fulfill the objectives of this bidding exercise. I…”
“Haha!” A guffaw that rang out cut short her rehearsed speech.
Jasmine froze before she shot a look at Joyce and Natalie. “What are you laughing about?”
Natalie merely shrugged.
Joyce wiped a tear off the corner of her eye. “Sweet mama. You nearly had me in stitches. How do you expect to work with Mr. Smith when you couldn’t even tell you got the wrong person?”
“Whatever do you mean?” Jasmine was dumbfounded.
The wrong person?
Unless…
Jasmine proceeded to question Plumlee shrilly, “You are not Mr. Smith!”
“I’m his secretary,” Plumlee replied with a smile.
Jasmine howled with fists clenched. “Why didn’t you say so sooner?”
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