Chapter 142
Bride Behind The Mask
Marguerite was instantly hooked.
Working only four hours a day for a base pay of three grand?
In places like this, booze usually cost more than five times the market price.
And a 20% commission? Thatâs a killer paycheck!
Marguerite had never been in a place like this and naturally, she was a bit put off.
But to make a living, she had to suck it up and do it, even though she was reluctant.
With that thought, she dialed the number on the job ad.
A woman answered, and Marguerite got straight to the point. The woman directed her to the office on the second floor of the bar.
The office door was open, and the woman was puffing away on a cigarette in her chair.
As Marguerite walked in, the woman took a drag and started coughing, âYouâre Marguerite?â
âHi Lily, Iâm the Marguerite from the phone call. Iâm here for the sales job.â
Seeing Margueriteâs look, Lily was taken aback.
âListen, lady, Iâm running a business here. Why do you think I need female sales? Men are visual creatures. If they see a pretty face, theyâll buy more booze. But with your look, who would want to buy booze from you? Just get out of here!â
Marguerite couldnât argue with Lilyâs words and simply left, deflated She walked out of the bar in a daze, passing by the ad in the window again.
The lights inside the bar were so bright that the glass was practically reflective.
Marguerite turned back to see her ugly reflection in the window and made a risky decision.
Her grandmother was now safe in Sapphire Valley Estates, under Frederickâs protection, and the Lockwood family wouldnât use her grandmother to threaten her, at least not for a while.
So, since she needed a job, why not take a risk?
Marguerite thought it over, decisively took off the hideous mask she was wearing, and stuffed it into her pocket.
Looking back at the window, she now saw a stunningly beautiful face, which made passersby stop to look.
Marguerite turned around and walked back into Lilyâs office.
Men are visual creatures, and so are women.
Lilyâs attitude took a 180 when she saw Margueriteâs real face. She couldnât wait to get Marguerite to start working. Marguerite stood there awkwardly. âLily, itâs my first time doing sales job. Donât I need some training before I start?â
Lily waved it off, happily puffing on her cigarette, exhaling a relaxing smoke ring.
âWith a face like yours, what training do you need? Just stand there and men will line up to buy your booze. Got it?â
Marguerite felt a bit uncomfortable, and Lily asked, âBy the way, whatâs your name? You donât need to tell me your real name. Working here, you need a nickname, something that customers can remember.â
Marguerite twirled her finger, âCall me Margeryâ
The name was close to her real name, Marguerite.
Lily was thrilled, âPerfect! Our customers will love you!â
Marguerite said nothing.
Wasnât she here to sell booze? Why did Lilyâs words make it sound like she was selling herself?
âLily, letâs make one thing clear. Iâm here to sell booze, nothing