I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Joy Chaucer hid behind a pillar, her eyes catching a scene involving Mr. Granger’s eldest daughter, Sloane, whispering to a waiter and slipping him a package of drugs. Joy, a seasoned member of the elite circles, instantly understood the implications. It seemed Sloane was orchestrating a major scheme tonight. As for the package, Joy didn’t need to ask to know it most likely contained some cliched aphrodisiac.

Curiosity piqued, Joy wondered who Sloane’s target could be. This birthday party was about to get interesting.

Returning to the celebration, Joy soon noticed Sloane entering the hall. Joy flashed Sloane a knowing smile, relishing in those who stirred the pot and curious to see how much chaos Sloane could unleash.

Sloane, however, met Joy’s gaze with a chilly look before turning away to chat with her friends. Despite Joy’s current standing, Sloane, legitimate and raised in the Granger household, viewed Joy, who only recently acknowledged her mother, with disdain. In Sloane’s eyes, Joy was coarse, arrogant, and not worthy of respect.

Feeling slighted, Joy felt a flare of annoyance. Just then, she noticed the same waiter Sloane had spoken with earlier now heading towards Meredith with a glass of red wine. Joy’s mind raced: “Could it be that Sloane was targeting Meredith?”

Eager to catch the drama unfold, Joy quickly approached the group. It turned out Meredith was chatting in French with Tessa and some friends. Tessa and her company, all educated in France, sure could use the language fluently, though their accent wasn’t quite refined.

Meredith, who had never been to France yet spoke flawless French, learned during her university days. Her command of the language impressed Tessa, who exclaimed, “Meredith, have you ever been to France? Your French is so fluent and noble-it’s enchanting.”

As they grew familiar, Tessa addressed Meredith by her first name, paying little heed to the slight imperfections in her language skills born not of heritage but of education. Meredith modestly replied, “No, I’ve never had the chance. I taught myself during college.”

“Wow, that’s impressive,” Tessa admired, “Mr. Sterling really has good taste for women. You could pass for a royal descendant; you remind me of a friend I met in France, especially around your eyes-they are so gentle and captivating.”

As the conversation flowed, a waiter served drinks, placing a red wine before Tessa, while Meredith had a glass of juice. “I’ve never really been to France,” Meredith smiled, holding her juice, “Maybe my mom had watched quite some French movies when she’s having me.”

Caught up in the romantic tales, Tessa, with a dreamy look, said, “Meredith, can you share how you and Mr. Sterling fell in love? It must be a romantic story.”

“Yes, tell us,” chimed in Tessa’s friends, all eager for a good story.

The waiter lingered awkwardly before Tessa dismissed him, but not before he cautioned, “Miss Tessa, this bottle of wine has been decanted too long; it won’t taste as good.”

As Joy Chaucer approached, forcefully joining the group, she greeted everyone, “Hi everyone, I’m Joy Chaucer. What are you talking about, Miss Granger?”

Catching a glimpse of the wine before Tessa, Joy understood-Sloane’s target was Tessa.

Sibling rivalry was at play.

On such a crucial occasion, if Tessa embarrassed herself, her reputation could be ruined-a truly ruthless move by Sloane.

Although Tessa was just back to the city and was still unfamiliar with Joy Chaucer, she smoothly bridged the awkwardness, and welcomed Joy in French, “Viens par ici!”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Used to French, Tessa’s fluency contrasted starkly with Joy’s confusion at the language, tightening her expression.

One of Tessa’s friends teased, “Joy Chaucer, haven’t you spent several years in France? How come you don’t understand French?”

Of course, those inside the circle knew well enough: Joy Chaucer’s diplomas were bought, not earned.