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    The receptionist’s eyes gleamed with greed as she snatched the money, weighing it in her hands with a grunt. She couldn’t help but feel satisfied—this woman had actually paid.


    “Can we go in now?” Jolie asked, her voice edged with irritation.


    With a smug smirk, the receptionist replied, “You can, but she can’t.” She jabbed a finger toward Elena, making it clear that Elena wasn’t getting in. The payment Jolie made covered only one person, not two.


    Holding her head high, the receptionist gave them a look dripping with arrogance, as if she owned Soar Technology.


    Even Jolie’s patience snapped. Since when did receptionists start shaking down guests for cash? What kind of mess had Jeffry made of hispany? “Didn’t I just give you the money?” Jolie shot back sharply.


    “That was for your entry. She still hasn’t paid,” the receptionist sneered haughtily.


    Just then, the elevator dinged softly, and its doors slid open. Jeffry and his assistant stepped out, entering the tense scene.


    Jeffry’s eyes quickly found Jolie and Elena. With a brisk stride, he approached, brows furrowed in concern. “What’s happening here?”


    The receptionist, spotting Jeffry, quickly tried to deflect me. “Mr. Harper, these two came in without a scheduled visit and refused to leave. I was about to call security to remove them…”


    “Mom, Elena, what brings you here?” Jeffry asked, his tone a mix of surprise and annoyance.


    The receptionist stiffened, her face draining of color. Wait a second…


    Jeffry called this woman “Mom”? No kidding! So, these really were Jeffry’s mother and younger sister.


    Regret washed over the receptionist as her earlier demands now seemed grotesquely inappropriate.


    Jolie scowled, her voice cool and measured. “Jeffry, is this how your receptionist treats people? Her attitude is ridiculous!”


    Jeffry’s gaze swung to the receptionist just in time to see her shuffle a stack of cash behind her back, looking guilty.


    “What’s that?” he asked.


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    The receptionist stammered, the cash trembling in her hands, “N-nothing…”


    Without hesitation, Jeffry’s assistant stepped forward and grabbed the money from the receptionist.


    “Mr. Harper, it’s cash,” the assistant said quietly.


    “What’s all this about?” Jeffry’s voice was stern.


    Elena spoke up softly but firmly, “Jeffry, she demanded we pay to see you.”


    The receptionist’s face turned ghostly white. She seemed to shrink into herself, unable to meet Jeffry’s steely gaze.


    With icy calm, Jeffry dered, “Pack your things and get out—you’re done here!”


    The receptionist’s head snapped up, her eyes wide, her voice trembling with a plea. “Mr. Harper, I realize my mistake! Please, don’t fire me!”


    Soar Technology wasn’t just anypany—and the receptionist had fought hard for her position. Losing this job could mean giving up the best opportunity she’d ever had.


    Her pleas continued, but Jeffry remained unmoved. Within moments, she was being escorted out, her protests fading into the distance.


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