Queen of Wild Cards novel Chapter 186

The receptionist was completely bewildered. The woman who arrived first claimed she was here to see the CEO, and now this second woman was saying the exact same thing.

Assistant Sean had just called down saying someone would be arriving to see the CEO within half an hour and to let them straight up. But now there were two women. Who was she supposed to let through?

"Both of you claim to be looking for the CEO, and neither of you has an appointment. I can't just let you up."

Yvonne Jeter lowered her sunglasses and glanced at Stella. She didn't recognize her.

"Are you blind?" Yvonne snapped at the receptionist. "How did the Blackwood Group even hire someone as incompetent as you? Look at how cheap and shabby she's dressed! Does she look like someone who would be associating with your CEO?"

The receptionist hesitated, comparing the two. The first woman was draped in a Chanel suit, wearing a KDY necklace, with her chestnut hair perfectly styled into elegant waves. She screamed old money and high fashion.

The second woman, however, wore a simple linen outfit, a baseball cap, and was clutching a cheap plastic grocery bag. She definitely looked poor by comparison.

She was undeniably beautiful, with a pure, striking face, but her clothes told a different story. Was she some gold digger trying to seduce the CEO?

No, she couldn't risk letting someone like that upstairs. If she bothered the CEO, it would be her job on the line.

"Miss, you can't go up. Please leave."

Stella lifted the plastic bag in her hand, raising an eyebrow. "I'm here to drop off a file for your CEO. He needs it urgently. If you block me, are you absolutely sure you can handle the fallout?"

Yvonne covered her mouth and laughed mockingly. "This is hilarious. You're carrying a cheap plastic bag and claiming you have a delivery for the CEO? Are you just using this as an excuse to go up and throw yourself at him? Take a look in the mirror! Do you really think someone as pathetic as you has a chance?"

Stella studied the loudmouthed woman. Tall, heavily made-up, and generously endowed.

She instantly categorized her: all chest, no brain.

She looked down at her own custom-tailored, minimalist linen designer outfit. Was it really that 'shabby'?

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