Chapter 166
On Monday, Thalassa returned to work at the Sinclair Group.
The cleaning department manager sent her to the first floor lobby to help out the new cleaner.
After Joie left, the cleaning department hired another cleaner, Daryl, a 25 year old young woman, two years younger than
Thalassa.
She was attracted by the high salary the Sinclair Group offered. Unable to get into other departments, she chose the cleaning
department
In this department, as long as you worked hard, you could get in. The educational requirements were not high.
The salary offered in the Sinclair Group’s cleaning department was much higher than that offered by many other companies. It
was a good job opportunity. This not only attracted older women but also many young people.
First, there was Joie, who was 30, then Thalassa, who was 27, and now Daryl, who was 25.
People often thought that cleaners were middle–aged women, but working at the Sinclair Group was very lucrative, so it
attracted young women to work as cleaners.
Thalassa was instructing Daryl, teaching her how to clean and where to start. After cleaning the lobby, Thalassa was ready to
take the elevator upstairs.
Suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance, and the air was instantly filled with a menacing aura.
The receptionist at the front desk wamed, “Mr. Sinclair is here; step aside.”
Thalassa quickly turned around to see Lysander in a handmade black suit. He was tall, handsome, and had a remarkable
demeanor. He walked proudly and majestically.
He was followed by his bodyguards and David.
Daryl and the receptionist had already respectfully stepped aside.
Thalassa felt her back stiffen and quickly moved over to stand with them, straightening her back and bowing her head
respectfully to greet Mr. Sinclair.
As Lysander passed, his deep gaze swept over them, but it was only a fleeting glance before his focus returned to the front and
he stepped into the elevator.
Despite the brief moment, Thalassa’s heart raced under his deep and pressuring gaze.
It wasn’t until Lysander and his entourage entered the elevator and the doors closed that Thalassa breathed a sigh of relief.
Daryl, with her hands clasped excitedly against her chest and a gleam of joy in her eyes, exclaimed, “Mr. Sinclair is so
handsome! Was he looking at me just now? Oh my God, Mr. Sinclair looked at me! My heart is about to jump out of my chest.”
After saying this, she seemed to become a little unsure and turned to Thalassa. “Mr. Sinclair was looking at me, right?”
Thalassa gave an awkward smile and nodded, “Yes.”
Upon Thalassa’s affirmation, Daryl was even more excited, and her eyes filled with joy. “I knew it! I’m so beautiful that even a
handsome man like Mr. Sinclair couldn’t help but take a second look.”
The receptionist couldn’t stand it any longer and said coldly. “Don’t flatter yourself. Mr. Sinclair wasn’t looking at you. He just
happened to glance in this direction. Mr. Sinclair wouldn’t even look at a wealthy, beautiful, and curvaceous woman like Faye.
Why would he look at you?”
The receptionist always knew her place. She never judged people and didn’t care about material things, but she also knew her
own status and the difference between dreams and reality.
She knew she was average–looking, came from a humble background, and never dared to fantasize about being with Mr.
Sinclair.
Yet Daryl, a mere cleaner fresh on the job, an average in the crowd, arrogantly thought that Mr. Sinclair had noticed her.
She had to bring her back to reality.
Daryl, offended, asked, “So, I’m not pretty?”
The receptionist glanced at Thalassa, then back at Daryl, and laughed lightly, “You’re not even as pretty as Thalassa. Why would
Mr. Sinclair look at you instead of Thalassa?”
Thalassa was at a loss for words.
After hearing the receptionist say this, Daryl looked at Thalassa.
Thalassa had a fair complexion, a beautiful oval face, bright eyes, small lips, and delicate skin. Her demeanor was elegant,
clean, and natural, making her look young. She looked like a university student with girlish charm.