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Chapter 124: Allison finished blending the perfume and made her way to the restroom.

Not long after, she overheard a group of young women gossiping by the sink.

Did you hear? Who would have guessed that our new leader, who seems so respectable, is really just a sleazy character! one of them exclaimed.

Marc told us that Allison is just an orphan who never had anyone to guide her.

Its no surprise she went off track.

I never expected her to be so loose, another chimed in.

Allisons expression turned as cold as ice.

She hadnt expected her first encounter with rumors about herself to unfold in a restroom, which truly served as a hub for gossip.

The young women outside showed no signs of slowing down.

Why would Mr.

Lloyd be interested in a woman like her? one continued.

Well, if its offered on a silver platter, who could resist? Just for kicks But before she could finish, the stall door slammed open.

Allison, the very subject of their chatter, stepped out slowly.

Without glancing their way, she calmly opened the makeup mirror by the sink and took out her lipstick, carefully outlining her lips.

Miss… Miss Clarke, hello… The young women stood frozen, paralyzed by fear, unable to move or escape.

After finishing her makeup, Allison caught their eyes in the mirror.

What? Dont let me interrupt keep going! The chill in her gaze sent shivers down their spines.

You were hired to work here, not to gossip about your superiors private lives.

Spreading rumors and stirring troubleclearly, you have too much idle time.

Youre all decent women, yet your mouths are anything but clean.

Were sorry, Miss Clarke.

We didnt mean to! The young women who had been so animated in their gossip now shrank back in front of Allison.

After all, she was their superior, with the power to fire them at a whim.

We only heard these rumors from others.

It has nothing to do with us… one of them stammered.

Discover fresh updates gαlnσνℯls․com Allison turned her head, a sneer creeping onto her lips.

So you mean spreading these rumors isnt at fault? With her wavy hair and red lips, she looked even more radiant and formidable.

Clad in a sharp professional outfit, she scrutinized them from head to toe and said bluntly, You should know better than to repeat what youve heard without proof.

Gossiping and abandoning your posts during work hours kiss your bonuses for this month goodbye.

These women werent the real instigators of the rumors.

Allison suspected Marc must have rallied a group against her.

What? The young women were taken aback.

They felt crushed.

The bonus from Charisma Company this month was a hefty $4,000.

Their disappointment stung more than any reprimand could.

But looking into Allisons indifferent gaze only increased their fear.

Losing their bonus was one thing; who knew what else she might do? The prospect of future setbacks, or even getting fired, loomed over them.

How unfortunate it was to be caught in the act by her! In a moment of desperation, they dropped to their knees with a thud.

Miss Clarke, were really sorry! Yet there was no reply from Allison.

When they glanced up, they saw she had already left the restroom, as if nothing had happened.

The tension in the air only heightened.

Damn, they were even more on edge now.

After all, no one knew when Allison might fire them.

When Allison returned to the lab, she saw Marc adjusting his glasses.

He had several documents laid out on the lab table and smiled at her.

Miss Clarke, do you think you can make this perfume? he asked, a glint of arrogance in his eyes.

This client had a reputation for being notoriously difficult, demanding, and prone to calling them in the middle of the night.

He was rarely satisfied with their creations.

Just the mere mention of his name irked the staff.

This time, he had provided only a tiny sample of perfume, but the formula was a chaotic mess, with over forty different ingredients.

The exact measurements of each ingredient were a mystery.

The staff would need to rely on their instincts and experience a tall order.

So, naturally, Marc decided to pass this hot potato onto Allison.

After all, this is a major client.

We couldnt handle him, so well have to leave it to you.

Allison picked up the documents, her eyes scanning them intently, and sniffed the perfume sample.

Her tone remained steady.

Sure, Ill take it from here.

Marc was taken aback.

He agreed after just a glance, but he couldnt shake the feeling that she was just putting on a show.

Even those quietly observing in the lab were stunned.

No one had anticipated Allisons quick acceptance.

Marc stood there for a moment, momentarily dumbfounded.

Uh… well… thank you, Miss Clarke.

He had expected to mock her if she backed down, convinced she wasnt cut out for the role.

He had even prepared his jabs, but now she had thrown him a curveball.

The words he had rehearsed were stuck in his throat, leaving him looking all the more awkward.

Allison casually opened the perfume bottle and looked at him.

Anything else? No… nothing, he managed to reply.

After he left, Allison turned her focus to studying the perfume.

Each base ingredient had subtle nuances.

Though it was challenging, she knew that given enough time, she could complete the task successfully.

In no time at all, she opened dozens of fragrance containers.

With just a sniff, she could discern their usability.

The total blending time was less than two hours.

She had reproduced the clients perfume sample, and she did it all solo.

Marc observed her from the glass window.

Watching her smooth, fluid movements made him grit his teeth as he muttered, Shes just putting on a show.

Lets see how she embarrasses herself later.

Once he stepped out of the lab, he signaled to a colleague and deliberately lowered his voice.

Theres no way Miss Clarke could whip this up so fast.

Last time, we spent two weeks creating a perfume for this client.

Shes definitely just showing off for us.

Marc couldnt help but sneer before continuing, Just wait.

If the client isnt satisfied with what she made, shell be left red-faced! .

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