_Author’s POV_
“So what?” Lola raised her voice, her pitch climbing higher with each word. “I’m an A-list actress. She’s just some businesswoman. Just go tell Clement. I’m sure he’ll agree to see me first.”
“I have a standing order, from Mr Wallace himself, that Miss Feymere is always to be given priority in meetings with him,” Scarlett said politely, her professional smile never wavering.
“What? Why?” Lola stomped her heels against the marble floor, the sound echoing through the lobby. “Do you know who I am? I could get you fired with a phone call. I could get this entire company destroyed with a call! Don’t try my patience!”
Such grandiose claims, so utterly delusional!
Zarelle couldn’t help but laugh, a genuine sound of amusement, and even Scarlett couldn’t suppress a c
