All Novel Xo
Chapter 124
Chapter 124:Allison finished mixing the perfume and headed to the bathroom.
Not long after, she overheard a group of young women gossiping by the sink.
Have you heard? Who was going to tell us that our new leader, who seems so respectable, is actually a sordid character! exclaimed one of them.
Marc told us that Allison is just an orphan who never had anyone to guide her.
No wonder she went astray.
I never expected her to be so loose, another clinched.
Allison's expression turned ice cold.
She hadn't expected that her first encounter with the rumors about herself would unfold in a bathroom, which actually served as a center of gossip.
The young women outside showed no signs of slowing down.
Why would Mr.
Lloyd be interested in a woman like her, one continued.
Well, if it's offered to him on a silver platter, who could resist.
But before he could finish, the door to the booth burst open.
Allison, the subject of their talk, slowly emerged.
Without looking at them, she calmly opened the makeup mirror next to the sink and took out the lipstick, carefully outlining her lips.
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Miss Clarke, hello.
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The young women froze, paralyzed by fear, unable to move or escape.
After finishing putting on her makeup, Allison caught her eyes in the mirror.
Don't let me interrupt you, continue.
The chill in his gaze gave them chills.
You were hired to work here, not to gossip about the private lives of your superiors.
Spreading rumors and creating problems.
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it's clear that you have too much time on your hands.
You are all decent women, but your mouths are anything but clean.
We are sorry, Miss Clarke.
It wasn't our intention.
The young women who had been so lively in their gossip now cowered before Allison.
After all, she was their superior, with the power to fire them at will.
We have only heard such rumors from others.
It has nothing to do with us.
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, stammered one of them.
Allison turned her head and a sneer appeared on her lips.
You mean it's not your fault to spread these rumors.
With her wavy hair and red lips, she looked even more radiant and formidable.
Dressed in an elegant professional suit, she scrutinized them from head to toe and said bluntly: You should know not to repeat what you have heard without proof.
Gossiping and leaving your posts during work hours: say goodbye to your cousins this month.
These Women were not the real instigators of the rumors.
Allison suspected that Marc must have gathered a group against her.
What The young women were baffled.
They felt crushed.
Charisma Company's bonus this month was $4,000.
Her disappointment hurt them more than any reprimand.
But Allison's indifferent look only increased their fear.
Losing the bonus was one thing; who knew what else he could do.
The prospect of future setbacks, or even being fired, loomed over them.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.
What bad luck that she caught them red-handed! In a moment of desperation, they fell to their knees with a thud.
Miss Clarke, we are so sorry! But Allison didn't respond.
When they looked up, they saw that he had already left the bathroom, as if nothing had happened.
The tension in the air increased.
Damn, they were even more nervous now.
After all, no one knew when Allison would be able to fire them.
When Allison returned to the lab, she saw Marc adjusting his glasses.
He had several documents on the lab table and smiled at her.
Miss Clarke, do you think you can make this perfume, he asked with a gleam of arrogance in his eyes.
This client had a reputation for being notoriously difficult, demanding and prone to calling you in the middle of work.
the night.
He was rarely satisfied with his creations.
The mere mention of her name irritated the staff.
This time, she had only provided a small sample of perfume, but the formula was a mess, with more than forty different ingredients.
The exact measurements of each ingredient were a mystery.
Staff would have to trust their instincts and experience, a difficult task.
So naturally, Marc decided to pass this hot potato on to Allison.
After all, this is an important client.
We couldn't handle it, so we'll have to leave it to you.
Allison picked up the documents, her eyes scanning them carefully, and sniffed the perfume sample.
His tone remained firm.
Sure, I'll take care of it.
Marc was perplexed.
He agreed after taking a look, but he couldn't shake the feeling that she was just putting on a show.
Even those who were silently watching in the laboratory were stunned.
No one had anticipated Allison's quick acceptance.
Marc stood for a moment, momentarily stunned.
Um.
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well.
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thank you, Miss Clarke.
He had expected to make fun of her if she backed out, convinced that she wasn't cut out for the role.
He had even prepared his darts, but now she had thrown him a curveball.
The words he had rehearsed stuck in his throat, making him look even more uncomfortable.
Allison casually opened the perfume bottle and looked at it.
Something elseNo.
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nothing, she managed to reply.
When he left, Allison focused on studying the perfume.
Each base ingredient had subtle nuances.
Although it was a challenge, he knew that with enough time he could complete the task successfully.
In no time, he opened dozens of fragrance containers.
Just by smelling them, he could discern their usefulness.
The total mixing time was less than two hours.
She had reproduced the client's perfume sample and done it all herself.
Marc watched her from the glass window.
Her smooth, fluid movements made him grit his teeth as he murmured, He's putting on a show.
Let's see how he embarrasses himself later.
When he left the laboratory, he signaled to a colleague and deliberately lowered his voice.
There's no way Ms.
Clarke can prepare this so quickly.
Last time it took us two weeks to create a perfume for this client.
He's definitely just showing off for us.
Marc couldn't help but sneer before continuing: Wait.
If the client is not satisfied with what you have done, they will be left with a red face!.
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