Winning her favor was the only way to secure Mr. Johnson’s cooperation.
But the moment I approached her, Mrs. Johnson doused me in wine, her face full of contempt.
“A woman as unscrupulous as you will never earn the Johnsons’ partnership.”
I chased after her.
“Mrs. Johnson, what do you mean by that?”
The wealthy lady, draped in crimson jewels, gave me a sharp laugh.
She flung a photo in my face.
“This girl, Chloe Adams, works under you, doesn’t she?”
“I thought you looked capable, respectable even. But to send a young intern to seduce my husband? Pathetic!”
“You’ll never get Mr. Johnson’s contract. I made him kneel all night on the hardwood floor for this.
As for the Miller Group, consider yourselves permanently blacklisted.”
By the time Mrs. Johnson swept away, I finally pieced it together.
Chloe had already approached him in private.
But Mrs. Johnson misunderstood, thinking it was my doing.
My dress clung cold and heavy against my skin, soaked with wine.
As I struggled to rise, my gown caught under my heel and I nearly toppled.
A man stepped forward, steadying me with a firm hand.
“Ms. Carter, are you alright?”
It was Daniel Hart, the client I had fought so hard to bring on board,