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    “I’m sorry, you need an appointment first,” she said with a smile.


    A flicker of irritation crossed Vickie’s eyes, though she kept her smile bright and gracious. “You must be new here. Otherwise, you’d know Dn and I are close friends.”


    The receptionist’s smile faltered. She wanted to respond, but bit her tongue.


    Too many women hade through iming they were Dn’s friends—or worse, his girlfriends.


    They all said the same thing, hoping to meet Dn. And if she ever fell for that lie, her job would vanish on the spot.


    “I really am sorry. Butpany policy requires all visitors to have an appointment,” the receptionist said again, trying to stay polite.


    Vickie swallowed her annoyance and slipped her phone from her purse, her lips curving into a patient smile.


    “That’s fine. I’ll just call him myself,” she said coolly.


    The receptionist braced herself; she’d seen this move countless times. Women always tried to dart for the elevator the moment she looked away.


    But instead of sneaking off, Vickie opened a video call—and tilted her phone just enough for the receptionist to see the screen.


    “Margot,” Vickie greeted sweetly.


    The receptionist froze, her stomach dropping.


    The elegant woman who appeared on the screen was unmistakably Margot Scott, Dn’s grandmother and a well-known figure.


    Was this woman truly Dn’s close friend?


    The receptionist knew that if she had just slighted someone that close to him, her job might already be hanging by a thread.


    “I brought some pastries for Dn, but I didn’t make an appointment, so the receptionist won’t let me up. Could you ask him toe down and get me?” Vickie said, her tone lightly beseeching yet confident.


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    The receptionist felt her blood drain. Her world seemed to tilt.


    “Wait right there. I’ll give him a call and have hime down to meet you,” said Margot.


    “Thank you, Margot,” Vickie replied sweetly.


    “You are wee, dear…”


    After exchanging a few more pleasantries with Margot, Vickie ended the call and waited for Dn to appear.


    She was determined to impress the receptionist and fuel whispers about her rtionship with Dn.


    When the time came, she nned to have someone snap photos of them together, upload them online, and hire people to spread the story that she was destined to be Dn’s future wife.


    With the media buzzing over Dn and Robin, simple PR suppression no longer worked. The Scotts needed a woman to silence the noise. And Vickie was certain she fit that role perfectly.


    The receptionist shifted uneasily, then leaned forward and murmured, “I’m terribly sorry, Miss Cullen. I had no idea you and Mr. Scott were friends.”


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