Chapter 653
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Minna’s frustration spiked. Was this woman ignoring her or just obstinate? Why wasn’t she going to get Ethan here for her?
“No!” Minna snapped, her voice biting. “Just get Mr. Mitchell! Stop dawdling.”
Martha’s patience finally frayed. She prided herself on being a kind person, but she was no one’s servant. “Just wait,” she said coolly, stepping out.
Outside, there was no trace of Ethan or Brenna. Martha glanced around, shrugged, and returned to her cleaning without another word.
Minna waited in the restroom, her anger mounting with each passing minute. Eventually, she hobbled out, only to find everyone else absorbed in their tasks, completely ignoring her. Ethan was long gone.
Enraged, Minna dropped her act. She marched up to Martha and barked, “I told you to get Mr. Mitchell! Why are you still standing here?”
Minna was being so outrageously condescending that even Martha, the most easy-going member of the team, had finally had enough.
The way Minna talked to her—the snide tone, that air of superiority—grated on her.
Sure, Martha didn’t have an impressive title or a six-figure paycheck, but she was still the supervisor of the janitorial department, managing nearly three hundred staff. And just this morning, Rex from the executive secretary’s office had called her directly to request a crew to clean the 57th and 58th floors, making it clear that everything needed to be pristine.
That alone told Martha everything she needed to know—whoever was moving in was a big figure. Rex hadn’t just made the call himself; he’d also sent Alani and a new secretary to help coordinate.
So she’d brought her A-game. When the secretary, Minna, got injured, naturally, Martha checked in on her. But what she hadn’t expected was for that same woman to suddenly claim she was Ethan’s arranged date. Well, that was pure absurdity. As if someone like Ethan would ever need an arranged date. Who in their right mind would buy that?
Martha was displeased with Minna. Her great manners didn’t grant others permission to push her around.
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“You look perfectly fine to me,” she said, shooting Minna a sharp glance. “So all that wailing earlier, what was that? Just a performance?”
Minna’s face twisted with rage. A janitor, of all people, dared to speak to her like this? She wasn’t just anyone; she would become Ethan’s wife in the future.
“How dare you treat me like this?” she snapped, her voice sharp with outrage. “Do you have any idea who I am? I could go straight to Mr. Mitchell and have you fired.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Alani and a few cleaners stifling laughs.
Their amusement hit like a slap. She was furious.
But Martha stood firm, arms crossed, gaze unflinching. “And how would you prefer I treat you?” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Should I roll out the red carpet and address you as the future Mrs. Mitchell?”
Alani observed the scene, silently admiring Martha for her sharp tongue.
Minna’s face turned red as she stumbled for words.
She had spent days flaunting her supposed status as Ethan’s future wife, but he never admitted that. He was even parading Brenna around in public, rubbing salt into her wounded pride.
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