[She’s not just a mistress. She’s using her dirty status to steal someone’s job! She deserves this humiliation.]
[Girl, hit her harder! Ten more slaps, I’ll send you money!]
My cheeks burned with shame and anger. Mrs. Boyle grabbed my hair again and screamed, “You’re going to return every cent my husband spent on you! After that, you will kneel down, apologize and swear to stay away from him! If you don’t, I’ll strip you naked right here!”
I tried to explain between breaths, “I have nothing to do with Mr. Boyle! I went to the hotel with him yesterday to meet a client!”
“Nonsense! You’re just a low-level salesperson from a branch office. How could you possibly be meeting a client?”
“Stop lying to me! Do you think I’m stupid?”
Veronica jumped in eagerly, “As soon as you walked into the hotel yesterday, I went to the front desk and asked around. It was obvious you booked a room!”
I turned to her, my voice cold and steady as I told her, “Veronica, spreading lies comes with responsibility. Are you ready to take responsibility for every word you’ve said?”
Veronica sneered, responding, “What else? Ask anyone here who would believe that a manager from the head office would bring a low-level employee from a branch to meet a client?”
“Your story isn’t even believable! If you’re that desperate, why not just admit you sold yourself?”
Her vulgar tone made my whole body tremble with anger.
I met her eyes and said firmly, “You’ve got it wrong. It wasn’t Mr. Boyle who took me to meet a client. It was me who took him there.”
“I’m the CFO of the head office, Mr. Anderson’s daughter. My dad had something urgent to do yesterday, so he asked me to meet the client for him.”
“I took Mr. Boyle with me because he knows the business better. It would be easier for us to handle the deal.”
Veronica’s face twisted as she laughed, saying, “Mr. Anderson’s daughter? Why don’t you just say you’re the US President’s daughter while you’re at it?”
“You lie so much you can’t even keep your story straight. So what now? You’re having an affair with Mr. Anderson? You call him ‘Daddy’ in bed and then pretend he’s your real father afterward?”
“Mr. Anderson’s daughter is the CFO of the company, but she’s working at a branch office and is trying to get a sales manager job? Who would believe that?”
I tried to grab my phone and dialed, “Dad, please come to the branch office and save me-”