The old woman hesitated, then whispered, “She said she is the future wife of the boss. Her name is Émilie.”
At once, Mireille’s blood boiled. She stormed back inside, her eyes blazing with anger.
Émilie was still there, sitting like a queen, looking at her nails. Mireille walked straight toward her.
“Émilie, was it you?”
Émilie looked up with a mocking smile. “Oh, the little cleaner is back. What do you want?”
Mireille was trembling with rage. “Émilie, Mama… how dare you treat my mother like that? Who do you think you are to insult an old woman?”
Émilie burst into laughter. “Your mother? That beggar? I told Cyril not to hire you. You do not even deserve to be here.”
Mireille took a deep breath to calm herself, but it was too much. She snapped, “You do not even know whether Cyril is going to marry you. Look at yourself, arrogant and wicked. You think beauty alone is enough to make a good wife?”
Émilie jumped to her feet. “Say that again!”
“You heard me. If you can treat an old woman like that, I can imagine how you would treat your mother-in-law.”
Émilie sneered. “My mother-in-law is a classy, rich woman, not some homeless woman like your so-called mother.”
Mireille shook her head in disgust. “You’re pathetic, Émilie. You will never know true love.”
“I swear you’re going to lose your job!” Émilie shouted.
“I do not care. I do not want to work in a place where women like you exist. You insulted my mother. You threatened me. Do whatever you want. I’m leaving.”
Then she turned around and walked out.
Outside, Mama was still waiting. When Mireille came back to her, she took her hand tenderly.
“My daughter, you did not have to fight for me like that.”
“Yes, Mama. No one has the right to treat you that way. Come, let’s go home.”
And the two of them walked away hand in hand.
After Mireille and Mama left, Émilie stayed alone in the office, furious. How had a simple cleaning girl dared speak to her like that? Her face was red with anger. She immediately grabbed her phone and called her fiancé Cyril, the CEO.
As soon as he answered, Émilie started sobbing. “Cyril, something terrible just happened,” she cried.
“What? Are you all right?” Cyril asked, worried.
“No, not at all. That girl you hired, Mireille, she brought people into your company, thugs. They threatened me. They almost hit me. I was so scared.”
Cyril, stunned, clenched his teeth. “Are you serious? Mireille did that?”
“Yes, and then she shouted that she did not care about her job, that she did not need you. She walked out like she owned the place.”
Cyril let out a long sigh and rubbed his forehead. “I’ll deal with her. Go home and rest.”
