Professional Stand-in: Daily Salary of 10,000 US DollarsChapter 1

"Ashley Gomez is so funny, acting all submissive, just like a maid!"

"Whatever you ask her to do, she does, always eager to please others, with no backbone at all."

"Maybe that's just how poor people are, born with a humble streak, especially those women in administrative HR roles, utterly lacking ambition, just aiming to snag a rich husband."

I heard she studied Prench; girls from low-income families who chose minor languages dreamed of marrying foreigners; she was a typical easy girl.

In a partially open room, my boyfriend Archer Flynn and his several friends were drinking, dressed in Gucci, Chanel, Hermes, and other designer brands.

The men looked dapper and thoughtful, the women exquisite, like a scene from a high-society movie, yet their words pierced my heart like swords.

I glanced down at my Uniqlo jacket and the pastries I was holding.

Half an hour ago, one of Archer's female friends wanted these specific pastries, and Archer had asked me to get them while the others casually asked me to pick up some other things.

I happily agreed.

It had been the pattern for the past year.

Every time I helped Archer and his friends, they would politely thank me, and I thought we were friends. But this was how they really saw me?

Yes, I admitted I dreamed of marrying a handsome, wealthy man who adored me. Because I was poor.

Every girl thought that way.

It was just a thought. What great sin had I committed?

What was so unforgivable that they would talk about me like this?

I bit my lip, awkwardly unsure whether to step inside. Peering through the door, I looked eagerly at Archer, hoping he would speak up for me.

"Other than her looks, Ashley's got nothing," Archer said flatly. "She's no match for Sienna."

Others admired, "Yes, Sienna Blair may be from humble origins, but she's pure and principled, never swayed by money or power. She truly has integrity."

In the spacious private room, several wealthy young men had a nostalgic expression, clearly fond of Sienna Blair.

"Ashley is just Sienna's stand-in," a girl said disdainfully.

I felt as if struck by lightning.

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I pushed the door open and entered; they immediately ceased their chatter. As I handed them their things, everyone politely thanked me.

To my face, they were all polished and respectful, treating me as an equal, but behind my back, they reduced me to dust.