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    Since they still couldn’t reveal who Christina really was, the only option was to wait for the noise to die down on its own.


    The next morning, Christina visited Bain’spany carrying a box of pastries.


    She had barely stepped into the lobby when a young woman in office attire blocked her path.


    “Turn around and leave,” the receptionist said, chin raised, her voice sharp and dismissive.


    Christina’s brows lifted slightly, but she answered with a gentle smile. “I’m here to see Mr. Jones. He’s expecting me.”


    She assumed the receptionist simply hadn’t been informed of her appointment.


    The receptionist let out a short, scornfulugh. “You?”


    She looked Christina over from head to toe, her expression dripping with disdain. “Every nicely dressed woman who walks in here ims she’s meeting Mr. Jones. All of youe hoping totch onto someone way out of your league. Be smart and leave before I call security. You won’t like what happens next.”


    Christina had thought it was an honest mistake—but the malice in the woman’s eyes made it clear she intended to humiliate and eject her.


    The receptionist didn’t even bother checking whether Christina actually had an appointment. She showed no trace of professionalism.


    Keeping someone like this at the front desk would eventually cause serious trouble. One day, she’d offend the wrong person—especially someone who valued privacy above all.


    “You’re dismissed,” Christina said steadily, her tone cool and unflinching.


    The receptionist barked a loudugh. “You? Fire me? Don’t be ridiculous. Who exactly do you think you are?”


    She crossed her arms. “Do you even know who my father is? He is the head of the R&D department. You’re just some desperate woman chasing after any man you can get close to. You’re not even fit to work under me—and you think you can fire me? Keep dreaming.”


    In truth, her father had tried getting her a position in R&D, but she’d never met the qualifications.


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    In the end, the only role she could secure was at the reception desk.


    Still, she liked being stationed there. It gave her more chances to see Bain, more opportunities to intercept anyone who caught his attention, and the perfect vantage point to chase away any woman she disliked.


    Her real goal had been to be Bain’s assistant—but he only hired men for that role.


    The remaining secretary positions required actual skills, not just connections, and she fell far short of the standards.


    “Your father is the R&D director?” Christina asked softly, eyeing her with clear disbelief. “Don’t tell me he pulled strings to get you this job.”


    “So what if he did?” the receptionist shot back. “Are you upset—or just jealous? I’m here because my father is capable. You don’t have anyone like that backing you.” She lifted her chin even higher, pride coloring every word.


    She treated every female visitor the same way, blocking anyone she thought might attract Bain’s interest. Since he never paid attention to minor office dramas, she acted however she pleased.


    Christina’s looks didn’t intimidate her in the slightest. Security would escort her out soon—and she’d make sure everyone watched.


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