33rd floor, President's office.
Tessa Winters straightened her skirt, checking herself in the reflection of the luxurious decorations, making sure she still looked beautiful. With a swing of her slender waist, she started to walk towards the office...
The receptionist stopped her dutifully, "Miss, you cannot go in there."
Full of pride from being pampered by the fat-headed fish, Tessa always thought of herself as the boss lady of the company. Suddenly stopped by a receptionist with no politeness, her face darkened, and she scolded, "How dare you stop me! Don't you know who I am?"
"Miss, who are you...?" The receptionist genuinely didn't know who she was.
The president's sister?
It didn't seem like it.
The president's elder sister?
It couldn't possibly be someone with such little taste.
After considering numerous options, the only option the receptionist didn't entertain was the one Tessa wished for - 'the President's woman'.
