"If this were really a gang hideout, do you think two pretty ladies like you would be allowed to walk out the door?"
The security guard sneered, increasingly convinced that Alicia was just an ignorant country bumpkin. What era was this? And she was still talking about gang hideouts?
With that, the security guard moved to push them out.
Alicia instinctively tried to dodge. But Serena remained composed, stepping forward to shield her.
"If I'm not the corporate representative sent by the headquarters, then who else could I be?"
"You?" The security guard burst into laughter. "The higher-ups at Amber Group all wear mink coats every day!"
A vein pulsed at Serena's temple. This was the company her mother built from the ground up. How had it turned into this?
Fury burned inside her. She raised a hand, shoving the security guard aside. Then she returned to the front desk, lightly tapping her fingers on the counter.
"Then call your mink-coat-wearing bosses down here to see me."
"And who do you think you are—" The receptionist was about to roll her eyes again as she spoke.
Serena smirked coldly and tossed her Jansen Group work ID in front of her, cutting her off. "I am the Assistant General Manager of Jansen Group—your CEO's daughter. I don't care who you are but you all work under me from now on. I'm only giving you ten minutes."
With that, she turned away and led Alicia to the nearby lounge area. "If your higher-ups don't show up in ten minutes, then all of you can get lost."
The receptionist's face paled. She quickly grabbed the ID, confirmed it, and frantically called upstairs.
The security guard's legs nearly gave out. Knowing he couldn't do anything to fix this, he anxiously handed them cups of warm water, sweating profusely.
"I—I didn't know who you were. Please, forgive me. I have a family to support…"
"One more word, and you can leave now." Serena didn't even look up.
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