Chapter: 66


    “Why don’t you just call him if you don’t believe?”


    The contempt on Rhonda’s face provoked Debbie, and she was not about to let it go. She thought, ‘Is


    everyone here so judgmental?”


    Crossing her arms over her chest, Rhonda stared at Debbie coldly and questioned, “Family? If you truly


    are Carlos’ family, why don’t you give him a call?”


    Despite Debbie’s insistence, the secretary still did not believe her.


    She was, therefore, left with no choice but to find another way to convince Rhonda. Gritting her teeth,


    Debbie dialed Philip’s number.


    The secretary’s expression shifted as she watched Debbie with a raised eyebrow. ‘Oh, she’s really


    calling someone, ‘ Rhonda thought to herself. ‘I wonder who it is. She better not be pulling my leg or


    else.’


    As soon as Philip answered her call, Debbie said, “Philip, I’m at


    Carlos’pany right now, but there is this old Lady who wouldn’t let me go upstairs.” Without having


    to look at Rhonda, she could anticipate how twisted her face was at that moment when she heard


    Debbie call her


    “olddy”. ‘Serves her right, ‘ Debbie thought. This was her sweet revenge for Rhonda looking down on


    her.


    The moment Debbie hung up the phone, the shocked secretary bawled,


    “Whom did you call old Lady? I’m under thirty. You really need to work on your people skills, Little girl!”


    A brazen glint appeared in her eyes.


    “You might be under thirty,” Debbie agreed, nodding mockingly,


    “but the way you talk to people make you sound Like you’re over forty.”


    ‘Maybe you are lucky to work in such a bigpany, but it doesn’t make you better than anyone else.


    Someone has to tell you that. It might as well be me, ‘ Debbie thought as she watched Rhonda sputter


    an incoherent response.


    Blinking furiously, Rhonda sneered, “Didn’t you call someone? Well, nothing has happened so far.


    From where I stand, no one cares.” The moment she finished talking, however, the phone on the front


    desk rang.


    Her heart started racing nervously; her face turned as pale as a ghost.


    “Does she really know Carlos?’ she thought.


    Scared stiff that the call might be from Carlos, she trotted to the front desk at once. When she saw the


    caller ID, she almost stumbled backward. Her heart jumped to her mouth; it was from the CEO’s office.


    Throwing a nce at Debbie, she gulped upon seeing the youngdy’s triumphant look. It seemed she


    might have messed with the wrong DOR,


    Hi, Carlos,” she greeted, managing a nervous smile.


    “Send her up,” Carlos uttered, his voice as icy cold as ever. Although it was brief, Rhonda felt a little


    dizzy. Her legs went numb and she could no longer move from her spot. To prevent herself from falling,


    she had to cling to the desk hastily.


    ‘Oh my goodness! Carlos has called the reception himself. He rarely does that! I’m screwed, ‘ the


    secretary wailed inwardly.


    “Yes, sir,” she responded, controlling her voice from being shrill. Her hands trembled as she hung up


    the phone. So nervous she was, that she had to ce the phone several times before doing it right.


    Then, she took a deep breath. The woman who seemed Like she was having a panic attack repeated a


    breathing exercise which she knew could calm her nerves. In this industry, there was hardly room for


    mistakes. Yet it seemed like she might have justmitted a grave one.


    Although Debbie was standing near the front desk, it took Rhonda more than ten seconds to walk to


    her. Her shaking legs betrayed her calm facade, but Debbie refrained from voicing out her observation.


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