"Dad, I give up. I failed your test."
What my boyfriend didn't know was that this had been his final exam to become the son-in-law of a wealthy family.
Since he'd chosen to be baby's devoted slave, he could rot in prison right alongside his precious receptionist.
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Stacy Pruitt, the new receptionist, had established her "silly baby" persona from day one.
She wore her hair in twin pigtails and dressed in a puffy skirt, blinking those colored-contact-enhanced doe eyes as she struck up conversation with me:
"Hi, big sis~ I'm Stacy. Please take care of me from now on~"
"Wow, your desk is so special—right next to the bathroom! Must be super convenient for potty breaks, hee hee~"
The corner of my mouth twitched. I didn't respond.
My desk was near the restroom because I was the youngest team leader in the Marketing Department, coordinating with over a dozen departments daily. This spot was the most centrally located—maximum efficiency.
She thought she was being adorable. She was actually broadcasting her IQ.
But Stacy's stupidity quickly became the company's favorite entertainment.
She spilled coffee on a client's contract, then whimpered, "Boo-hoo, baby's little hands have a mind of their own~"