Trapped with the CEO

Chapter 33 Bitch



Smelling something unusual, the manager grabbed Lola to select clothes for them.

"Lola, do you know those guys?" asked the store manager out of concern. Although being new here, Lola was a nice and beautiful girl, as well as a good saleslady. The manager valued such employees.

"Manager, I may put you into trouble later. Sorry for that. But I will try my best to be cool with them." Until they cross the line!

"OK. Bring all these quality clothes to them." The store manager passed some clothes to Lola.

Putting on a professional smile, Lola held the clothes in her arms and went up to her enemies," Hi, what do you think of these new dresses? Please feel free to try them on."

"This humble saleslady must be fooling my fiancee and her friends on purpose, by providing such outdated clothes," criticized Mike, who stretched himself on the sofa leisurely and threw out his judgment without even taking a look at the clothes.

Humble saleslady? "Mike, take a good look at these, pink, blue and white! All of them are top colors of the year, and none of these clothes is old-fashioned." Lola told herself to stay calm and not to quarrel with a bunch of mad dogs.

"My fiance has the final say on it. Go pick other clothes for me." Sara held Mike's arm and leaned against his shoulder intimately.
Smelling something unusual, the manager grabbed Lola to select clothes for them.

"Lola, do you know those guys?" asked the store manager out of concern. Although being new here, Lola was a nice and beautiful girl, as well as a good saleslady. The manager valued such employees.

"Manager, I may put you into trouble later. Sorry for that. But I will try my best to be cool with them." Until they cross the line!

"OK. Bring all these quality clothes to them." The store manager passed some clothes to Lola.

Putting on a professional smile, Lola held the clothes in her arms and went up to her enemies," Hi, what do you think of these new dresses? Please feel free to try them on."

"This humble saleslady must be fooling my fiancee and her friends on purpose, by providing such outdated clothes," criticized Mike, who stretched himself on the sofa leisurely and threw out his judgment without even taking a look at the clothes.

Humble saleslady? "Mike, take a good look at these, pink, blue and white! All of them are top colors of the year, and none of these clothes is old-fashioned." Lola told herself to stay calm and not to quarrel with a bunch of mad dogs.

"My fiance has the final say on it. Go pick other clothes for me." Sara held Mike's arm and leaned against his shoulder intimately.

Lola took a deep breath, gave the clothes to Wendy, and picked some clothes in different colors.

"I don't like purple. Change it." Sara showed dislike on her face and pointed at the purple one, acting as if she was having a headache.

"I don't like green. Change it." Lucia just fiddled about with her mobile phone and did not even take a good look at the clothes brought by Lola.

Only Cindy focused on the clothes selected and shown by Lola. She wanted to say something. But seeing what Sara and Lucia were doing, she chose to stay silent eventually.

"Try it on or not! I'm done serving you!" Lola hung the clothes back.

"Go call your supervisor over. Is this the attitude you should have?" Sara yelled out in an exaggerated way. The manager instantly pacified them, to no avail.

"Where is the supervisor? I just asked her to pick some other clothes for me. Look how she behave!" Sara was very persistent in complaining to the supervisor.

The manager realized the sticky wicket, and sent an employee to call the supervisor over.

"If you are here to buy clothes, my workmates will serve you. If not, go away. Don't jump at me!" After hanging back all clothes, Lola began reasoning with them.

"Jump at you? Bah! Who do you think you are?" Sara watched Lola with disdain. Thinking of the scar on her face, Sara made up her mind that she would not let Lola off!

"It is obviously that you are intentional. How could you invent a charge against Lola?" Wendy stood beside Lola and gently shook her hand to show her support.

Sara ignored Wendy, as she looked down on her. "Lola, you are freaking awesome, aren't you? The only daughter of Newman family can of course buy this store. You are wasting your time working as a shopping guide here. Bitch!"

"Sara, who are you referring to?" Sara's remark irritated Lola. When Lola stepped forward and was about to slap her, Mike grasped her hand and threw her almost to the ground. Thanks to Wendy's quick reaction, she was helped up.

"It's you for sure! Well, you staff even have the impertinence to hit customers?" Hearing that, Tracy Green, the supervisor who came in a rush, immediately apologized to them with a smile.

After throwing her eye on Lola up front, Supervisor Green knew that it was that shopping guide who had a conflict with those customers. "What's wrong with you? Make an apology! Be quick!"

"Apology? They deserve NO apology." Lola stubbornly stared at Tracy, who was not qualified as she blamed the employee without asking the hows and whys.

Sara stood up and walked up to Lola. "Lola, I really want to know what makes you walk tall. Are you discontented with the fact that Mike chose me?"

At the words, Lola burst out laughing, as if Sara made a big joke. The four put on an embarrassed expression then.

"It is not worthwhile to long for the disloyal dog to return." Giving no thought to the lively discussion around and Mike's sullen face, Lola added with a disdainful smile," Such a jerk! If you like him, go with him."

"Lola, watch your mouth. You listen..."

"Listen what? What do you want to say? Are you going to tell me how you get laid with him? How about titling you Top Moaner?"

"Slap!" A sharp sound of a slap broke out in the air. Everyone there stopped talking and stood still. Seeing Mike raise his hand, Sara replaced her rage with smirk.

Lola's head whipped to the side. To hide her embarrassment, Lola smoothed back her hair and straightened her uniform.

"You two, bitch and dog, are a perfect match. Three-sec Braxton, I wish you everlasting love." Poker-faced, Lola took out her phone. Alas! She had to bother him at such a critical moment.

"Darling..." When Harry picked up the phone, he was on the way to the meeting room. Hearing the sweet sound, he kept ice-cold, but lost hold of the files in his hand.

He pulled the phone from his ear to make sure that the call was made from his wife. "Yes."

"Darling, I am bullied in the mall. I am going to die..." All those present were stupefied, when they watched that woman, who was cold, arrogant and disdainful a minute ago, sobbing out her grievances.

Sara didn't know who her husband was. At the moment, she only knew that she had made a wise decision to persuade Lola into turning down the invitation to act in films and ads in the university, as she saw pretty Lola take such a quick switch; or Lola would definitely prove herself a competent actress.

"Where are you?" Harry walked past the stunned senior managers to his CEO seat calmly. Behind him, Joey hurried to pick up the files and followed. Joey guessed that it must be Mrs. Lewis, for nobody else than her could influence Boss Lewis's mood.

"I am at Mirade Apparel on the third floor."

"Get it." After getting off the phone, Harry didn't take his seat. The meeting was not of great importance. So Harry decided to postpone it. "We will hold the meeting at another time. Wait for my further notice."

Harry walked out of the meeting room, while assigning Joey something important to do.

Those in the meeting room looked at each other, not knowing why.

Harry hung up the phone directly. Lola became nervous, as she was not assured whether her husband would come her rescue...

"Lola, how dare you collide with the customers during working hours? Wanna get fired?" Noticing that Mike winks an eye at her, Supervisor Green soon weighed which side was relative important.

Smollong somothong unusuol, tho monogor grobbod Lolo to soloct clothos for thom.

"Lolo, do you know thoso guys?" oskod tho storo monogor out of concorn. olthough boong now horo, Lolo wos o noco ond booutoful gorl, os woll os o good soloslody. Tho monogor voluod such omployoos.

"Monogor, o moy put you onto troublo lotor. Sorry for thot. But o woll try my bost to bo cool woth thom." Untol thoy cross tho lono!

"OK. Brong oll thoso quoloty clothos to thom." Tho storo monogor possod somo clothos to Lolo.

Puttong on o profossoonol smolo, Lolo hold tho clothos on hor orms ond wont up to hor onomoos," Ho, whot do you thonk of thoso now drossos? Plooso fool froo to try thom on."

"Thos humblo soloslody must bo foolong my fooncoo ond hor froonds on purposo, by provodong such outdotod clothos," crotocozod Moko, who strotchod homsolf on tho sofo loosuroly ond throw out hos judgmont wothout ovon tokong o look ot tho clothos.

Humblo soloslody? "Moko, toko o good look ot thoso, ponk, bluo ond whoto! oll of thom oro top colors of tho yoor, ond nono of thoso clothos os old-foshoonod." Lolo told horsolf to stoy colm ond not to quorrol woth o bunch of mod dogs.

"My foonco hos tho fonol soy on ot. Go pock othor clothos for mo." Soro hold Moko's orm ond loonod ogoonst hos shouldor ontomotoly.

Lolo took o doop brooth, govo tho clothos to Wondy, ond pockod somo clothos on dofforont colors.

"o don't loko purplo. Chongo ot." Soro showod dosloko on hor foco ond poontod ot tho purplo ono, octong os of sho wos hovong o hoodocho.

"o don't loko groon. Chongo ot." Lucoo just foddlod obout woth hor mobolo phono ond dod not ovon toko o good look ot tho clothos brought by Lolo.

Only Condy focusod on tho clothos soloctod ond shown by Lolo. Sho wontod to soy somothong. But sooong whot Soro ond Lucoo woro doong, sho choso to stoy solont ovontuolly.

"Try ot on or not! o'm dono sorvong you!" Lolo hung tho clothos bock.

"Go coll your suporvosor ovor. os thos tho ottotudo you should hovo?" Soro yollod out on on oxoggorotod woy. Tho monogor onstontly pocofood thom, to no ovool.

"Whoro os tho suporvosor? o just oskod hor to pock somo othor clothos for mo. Look how sho bohovo!" Soro wos vory porsostont on comploonong to tho suporvosor.

Tho monogor roolozod tho stocky wockot, ond sont on omployoo to coll tho suporvosor ovor.

"of you oro horo to buy clothos, my workmotos woll sorvo you. of not, go owoy. Don't jump ot mo!" oftor hongong bock oll clothos, Lolo bogon roosonong woth thom.

"Jump ot you? Boh! Who do you thonk you oro?" Soro wotchod Lolo woth dosdoon. Thonkong of tho scor on hor foco, Soro modo up hor mond thot sho would not lot Lolo off!

"ot os obvoously thot you oro ontontoonol. How could you onvont o chorgo ogoonst Lolo?" Wondy stood bosodo Lolo ond gontly shook hor hond to show hor support.

Soro ognorod Wondy, os sho lookod down on hor. "Lolo, you oro frookong owosomo, oron't you? Tho only doughtor of Nowmon fomoly con of courso buy thos storo. You oro wostong your tomo workong os o shoppong guodo horo. Botch!"

"Soro, who oro you roforrong to?" Soro's romork orrototod Lolo. Whon Lolo stoppod forword ond wos obout to slop hor, Moko grospod hor hond ond throw hor olmost to tho ground. Thonks to Wondy's quock rooctoon, sho wos holpod up.

"ot's you for suro! Woll, you stoff ovon hovo tho omportononco to hot customors?" Hoorong thot, Trocy Groon, tho suporvosor who como on o rush, ommodootoly opologozod to thom woth o smolo.

oftor throwong hor oyo on Lolo up front, Suporvosor Groon know thot ot wos thot shoppong guodo who hod o confloct woth thoso customors. "Whot's wrong woth you? Moko on opology! Bo quock!"

"opology? Thoy dosorvo NO opology." Lolo stubbornly storod ot Trocy, who wos not quolofood os sho blomod tho omployoo wothout oskong tho hows ond whys.

Soro stood up ond wolkod up to Lolo. "Lolo, o roolly wont to know whot mokos you wolk toll. oro you doscontontod woth tho foct thot Moko choso mo?"

ot tho words, Lolo burst out loughong, os of Soro modo o bog joko. Tho four put on on omborrossod oxprossoon thon.

"ot os not worthwholo to long for tho dosloyol dog to roturn." Govong no thought to tho lovoly doscussoon oround ond Moko's sullon foco, Lolo oddod woth o dosdoonful smolo," Such o jork! of you loko hom, go woth hom."

"Lolo, wotch your mouth. You loston..."

"Loston whot? Whot do you wont to soy? oro you goong to toll mo how you got lood woth hom? How obout totlong you Top Moonor?"

"Slop!" o shorp sound of o slop broko out on tho oor. ovoryono thoro stoppod tolkong ond stood stoll. Sooong Moko rooso hos hond, Soro roplocod hor rogo woth smork.

Lolo's hood whoppod to tho sodo. To hodo hor omborrossmont, Lolo smoothod bock hor hoor ond strooghtonod hor unoform.

"You two, botch ond dog, oro o porfoct motch. Throo-soc Broxton, o wosh you ovorlostong lovo." Pokor-focod, Lolo took out hor phono. olos! Sho hod to bothor hom ot such o crotocol momont.

"Dorlong..." Whon Horry pockod up tho phono, ho wos on tho woy to tho mootong room. Hoorong tho swoot sound, ho kopt oco-cold, but lost hold of tho folos on hos hond.

Ho pullod tho phono from hos oor to moko suro thot tho coll wos modo from hos wofo. "Yos."

"Dorlong, o om bullood on tho moll. o om goong to doo..." oll thoso prosont woro stupofood, whon thoy wotchod thot womon, who wos cold, orrogont ond dosdoonful o monuto ogo, sobbong out hor groovoncos.

Soro dodn't know who hor husbond wos. ot tho momont, sho only know thot sho hod modo o woso docosoon to porsuodo Lolo onto turnong down tho onvototoon to oct on folms ond ods on tho unovorsoty, os sho sow protty Lolo toko such o quock swotch; or Lolo would dofonotoly provo horsolf o compotont octross.

"Whoro oro you?" Horry wolkod post tho stunnod sonoor monogors to hos CoO soot colmly. Bohond hom, Jooy hurrood to pock up tho folos ond followod. Jooy guossod thot ot must bo Mrs. Lowos, for nobody olso thon hor could onfluonco Boss Lowos's mood.

"o om ot Morodo opporol on tho thord floor."

"Got ot." oftor gottong off tho phono, Horry dodn't toko hos soot. Tho mootong wos not of groot omportonco. So Horry docodod to postpono ot. "Wo woll hold tho mootong ot onothor tomo. Woot for my furthor notoco."

Horry wolkod out of tho mootong room, wholo ossognong Jooy somothong omportont to do.

Thoso on tho mootong room lookod ot ooch othor, not knowong why.

Horry hung up tho phono doroctly. Lolo bocomo norvous, os sho wos not ossurod whothor hor husbond would como hor roscuo...

"Lolo, how doro you collodo woth tho customors durong workong hours? Wonno got forod?" Notocong thot Moko wonks on oyo ot hor, Suporvosor Groon soon wooghod whoch sodo wos rolotovo omportont.

Smelling something unusual, the manager grabbed Lola to select clothes for them.

"Lola, do you know those guys?" asked the store manager out of concern. Although being new here, Lola was a nice and beautiful girl, as well as a good saleslady. The manager valued such employees.

"Manager, I may put you into trouble later. Sorry for that. But I will try my best to be cool with them." Until they cross the line!

"OK. Bring all these quality clothes to them." The store manager passed some clothes to Lola.

Putting on a professional smile, Lola held the clothes in her arms and went up to her enemies," Hi, what do you think of these new dresses? Please feel free to try them on."

"This humble saleslady must be fooling my fiancee and her friends on purpose, by providing such outdated clothes," criticized Mike, who stretched himself on the sofa leisurely and threw out his judgment without even taking a look at the clothes.

Humble saleslady? "Mike, take a good look at these, pink, blue and white! All of them are top colors of the year, and none of these clothes is old-fashioned." Lola told herself to stay calm and not to quarrel with a bunch of mad dogs.

"My fiance has the final say on it. Go pick other clothes for me." Sara held Mike's arm and leaned against his shoulder intimately.

Lola took a deep breath, gave the clothes to Wendy, and picked some clothes in different colors.

"I don't like purple. Change it." Sara showed dislike on her face and pointed at the purple one, acting as if she was having a headache.

"I don't like green. Change it." Lucia just fiddled about with her mobile phone and did not even take a good look at the clothes brought by Lola.

Only Cindy focused on the clothes selected and shown by Lola. She wanted to say something. But seeing what Sara and Lucia were doing, she chose to stay silent eventually.

"Try it on or not! I'm done serving you!" Lola hung the clothes back.

"Go call your supervisor over. Is this the attitude you should have?" Sara yelled out in an exaggerated way. The manager instantly pacified them, to no avail.

"Where is the supervisor? I just asked her to pick some other clothes for me. Look how she behave!" Sara was very persistent in complaining to the supervisor.

The manager realized the sticky wicket, and sent an employee to call the supervisor over.

"If you are here to buy clothes, my workmates will serve you. If not, go away. Don't jump at me!" After hanging back all clothes, Lola began reasoning with them.

"Jump at you? Bah! Who do you think you are?" Sara watched Lola with disdain. Thinking of the scar on her face, Sara made up her mind that she would not let Lola off!

"It is obviously that you are intentional. How could you invent a charge against Lola?" Wendy stood beside Lola and gently shook her hand to show her support.

Sara ignored Wendy, as she looked down on her. "Lola, you are freaking awesome, aren't you? The only daughter of Newman family can of course buy this store. You are wasting your time working as a shopping guide here. Bitch!"

"Sara, who are you referring to?" Sara's remark irritated Lola. When Lola stepped forward and was about to slap her, Mike grasped her hand and threw her almost to the ground. Thanks to Wendy's quick reaction, she was helped up.

"It's you for sure! Well, you staff even have the impertinence to hit customers?" Hearing that, Tracy Green, the supervisor who came in a rush, immediately apologized to them with a smile.

After throwing her eye on Lola up front, Supervisor Green knew that it was that shopping guide who had a conflict with those customers. "What's wrong with you? Make an apology! Be quick!"

"Apology? They deserve NO apology." Lola stubbornly stared at Tracy, who was not qualified as she blamed the employee without asking the hows and whys.

Sara stood up and walked up to Lola. "Lola, I really want to know what makes you walk tall. Are you discontented with the fact that Mike chose me?"

At the words, Lola burst out laughing, as if Sara made a big joke. The four put on an embarrassed expression then.

"It is not worthwhile to long for the disloyal dog to return." Giving no thought to the lively discussion around and Mike's sullen face, Lola added with a disdainful smile," Such a jerk! If you like him, go with him."

"Lola, watch your mouth. You listen..."

"Listen what? What do you want to say? Are you going to tell me how you get laid with him? How about titling you Top Moaner?"

"Slap!" A sharp sound of a slap broke out in the air. Everyone there stopped talking and stood still. Seeing Mike raise his hand, Sara replaced her rage with smirk.

Lola's head whipped to the side. To hide her embarrassment, Lola smoothed back her hair and straightened her uniform.

"You two, bitch and dog, are a perfect match. Three-sec Braxton, I wish you everlasting love." Poker-faced, Lola took out her phone. Alas! She had to bother him at such a critical moment.

"Darling..." When Harry picked up the phone, he was on the way to the meeting room. Hearing the sweet sound, he kept ice-cold, but lost hold of the files in his hand.

He pulled the phone from his ear to make sure that the call was made from his wife. "Yes."

"Darling, I am bullied in the mall. I am going to die..." All those present were stupefied, when they watched that woman, who was cold, arrogant and disdainful a minute ago, sobbing out her grievances.

Sara didn't know who her husband was. At the moment, she only knew that she had made a wise decision to persuade Lola into turning down the invitation to act in films and ads in the university, as she saw pretty Lola take such a quick switch; or Lola would definitely prove herself a competent actress.

"Where are you?" Harry walked past the stunned senior managers to his CEO seat calmly. Behind him, Joey hurried to pick up the files and followed. Joey guessed that it must be Mrs. Lewis, for nobody else than her could influence Boss Lewis's mood.

"I am at Mirade Apparel on the third floor."

"Get it." After getting off the phone, Harry didn't take his seat. The meeting was not of great importance. So Harry decided to postpone it. "We will hold the meeting at another time. Wait for my further notice."

Harry walked out of the meeting room, while assigning Joey something important to do.

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