Rosemary’s heart ached as she watched the grieving families, their tears flowing freely. She made a solemn vow, "We will get to the bottom of this. Rest assured, if there’s any responsibility on our part, we
won’t shy away from it. But mark my words, this smacks of a sar campaign against the Collins family. Whoever is behind this, we’ll hunt them down and bring them to justice."
Just then, a familiar doctor rushed over, urgency in his voice, "Ms. Rose, you’ve arrived just in ti. One of the car accident victims is in critical condition, hanging by a thread. Could you take a look?"
The families clamored with concern, "Is it my daughter?"
"Dr. Benedict, please tell , is it my son? I’m the father of the patient in bed 18."
"My husband was brought in for ergency surgery this morning. Is it him you’re talking about?"
"It’s the patient in bed 19. Please, everyone, keep calm," Dr. Benedict explained, then turned to Rosemary, "Ms. Rose, can you help?"
Rosemary nodded and followed him away.
anwhile, at the entrance of McMllian Corporation, a car worth a small fortune pulled up. A driver opened the door for Harriet, handing her a lunchbox with the utmost respect.
Clutching the lunchbox, Harriet looked up at the towering skyscraper – it had been a while since her last visit.
As she entered, the receptionists rose to greet her with reverence.
"Ms. Monroe, we haven’t seen you in so ti."
"I’m here to surprise Roo. No need to alert him," she said, heading forward with lunchbox in hand, as if she were already the lady of the manor.
"Ms. Monroe." Alice, one of the receptionists, stepped forward apologetically, "I’m sorry, but could you
please wait here for a mont? Mr. Roo is in a eting and has a VIP client next. May I call Carl to..."
"Are you suggesting I’m not as important as so client?"
"Of course not!" the receptionist hurriedly responded, "It’s just that, recently, a client barged upstairs unannounced, and it put the boss in a foul mood. We all got an earful."
Harriet smirked coldly, "And what’s that got to do with ? Do you think Roo would be upset to see ? Don’t you know how I stand in his heart?"
"Absolutely, in Mr. Roo’s eyes, you are like his sister."
At the word "sister," Harriet peered over her sunglasses, her displeasure evident as she scrutinized the receptionist.
"Alice, I find you increasingly irritating. What if I decide to go up today, right now?"
With a push, Harriet sent her sprawling, stepping into the elevator and slamming the door-close button.
Alice crashed to the ground, her back hitting a trash can, pain shooting through her spine.
"What’s going on?" Coոtent of Drаmаոovels.cоm
"Ms. Luna, you’re here?" said Alice, concern in her voice.
"Ms. Monroe’s back in town," the assistant whispered with a note of urgency, "and she’s brought a surprise for Mr. Roo—ca in carrying a lunchbox and no one could stop her."
"What’s she doing here?" Luna frowned, her tone souring by the second.
Then she reassured Alice, "If you are hurt, take care of it. You don’t have to worry about your shift today; I’ll let my brother know."
"Thanks a bunch, Ms. Luna!" Alice gushed, relief washing over her.
Upstairs, Harriet strode in, lunchbox in hand, when Carl spotted her. "Ms. Monroe, you’re back? What brings you here?"
"Where’s Roo?"
"The boss is tied up in a eting. Not on this floor."
"I’ll wait in his office, then."
But as she made for Roo’s door, Carl stepped in front, "I’m real sorry, but could you hang tight for just a mont?"
Harriet barely moved to sidestep him when she was halted by a familiar voice.
"Surely you’re not about to bowl over Carl, too?" Luna erged from the elevator, every inch the heiress, oozing with poise and grace.
"Ms. Luna!" Carl almost sighed in relief.
"Luna? What are you doing here?" Harriet bristled at the sight of her.
"Why can’t I be here? I’m Roo’s cousin, for crying out loud. And who exactly do you think you are?"
Luna sauntered over, eyeing the lunchbox with disdain. "What’s this? Playing caterer for my brother?
Trying to steal my sister-in-law’s thunder?"
"What if I am?"
Without warning, Luna knocked the lunchbox from Harriet’s grip, sending it clattering to the floor.
Harriet’s cheeks flushed with anger as her carefully prepared al t the floor.
"In my book, any da who’s got eyes for my brother and isn’t Rosemary is nothing but a sly fox, up to no good. I suggest you hit the road, or you’ll have to deal with."
"And what’s it to you who your brother dates?" Harriet snapped.
"It’s everything to . He’s my brother, and I’d have to call anyone he chooses ’sister-in-law.’ But you? That’s a title I can’t even fathom uttering for you."
Harriet was livid, "Just you wait until Roo shows up. He’ll put you in your place."
"Carl, do a favor and double-check my brother’s schedule for today. Don’t miss a beat."
"Luna, what exactly has Rosemary done for you that you’re going to bat for her like this?"
"She’s easy on the eyes, I like doing favors for pretty girls. Can’t help it if you’re not on the sa level."
"You—you’re attacking personally now."
"And what if I am?" Luna shoved her towards the elevator doors.
Just then, with a ding, the elevator opened and Roo, fresh from a eting, stepped out.
"Roo, she’s been bullying ." Luna dashed over and clung to Roo’s arm, tears streaming down her face, putting on the most pitiful act. "She says she wants to be your lady, and I said no. Then she got all pushy, tried to throw out, claiming that she’ll be the one calling the shots around here soon."
"Carl, she just pushed . Did you see it?"
"Sorry, Ms. Monroe, I must’ve missed it. Turned away for a second and all."
Harriet realized she was outnumbered and her blood boiled even hotter.
Reviews
All reviews (0)