Chapter 225: You’ve Transformed Completely

Scarlett approached the sink with measured steps, her composure unwavering. “I’m talking about you. If you need clarification, I’ll gladly specify. Your daily flamboyant attire speaks volumes about your dealings with the male employees.”

A venomous glare accompanied her words. “Are you so proud of being a loyal lackey? What has Vivienne done to earn such blind devotion? Has she bewitched you into thinking she’s infallible?”

With a paper towel, Scarlett turned off the faucet with deliberate slowness, dried her hand, and responded with calculated disdain. “Such vulgar language. Did you forget basic hygiene after using the mouth of yours?”

Her position as second-in-command, coupled with her status as Vivienne’s trusted right hand, made her virtually untouchable. The other women, sensing the dangerous trajectory of the confrontation, hastily muffled their companion’s protests. “Miss Dixon, please excuse her loose tongue. This is entirely our fault. We’re leaving.”

They practically dragged the furious woman from the restroom before she could resist further.

In their wake, Scarlett sagged against the sink, her knees finally betraying her inner turmoil. She drew several steadying breaths before making her way back to the top floor.

The moment she returned to her office, Vivienne’s internal line chirped. “Come to my office.”

“Right away!” Scarlett hurried to comply.

Vivienne’s first words cut straight to the heart of the matter. “I hear you got into an altercation?”

Scarlett bit her bottom lip as she nodded nervously. With so many eyeing her position, hungry for any misstep, the speed of information flow didn’t surprise her.

“They were spreading malicious gossip about you.”

To Scarlett’s surprise, Vivienne’s response was a soft smile. “Let them talk. Their words can’t diminish me.”

“Absolutely not!” Scarlett’s passionate objection burst forth before Vivienne could finish.

Vivienne’s eyebrow arched with intrigue, prompting Scarlett to fidget with her blouse hem as she explained, “You’ve done nothing wrong. The blame lies solely with those who hurt you. You taught me to confront those who cause harm, not to endure their attacks silently.”

Vivienne studied her thoughtfully. “Scarlett, you’ve transformed completely…”

Indeed, confidence now radiated from her once-timid assistant. Gone was the doormat who absorbed abuse without complaint.

Scarlett’s eyes sparkled at the observation, her smile genuine. “That’s because Vivienne and Rosalie entered my life.”

Without Vivienne and Rosalie, Scarlett might still be drowning in despair, or worse, might not have survived at all. They had become her guiding stars, and she would defend their light fiercely.

Her phone’s sudden ring interrupted the moment. An unlisted number made her pause before answering. Warren, blocked from contacting Vivienne directly, had resorted to reaching out through Scarlett.

After hearing his request, Scarlett turned to Vivienne, silently mouthing, “Warren from Mitchell Group requests to see you.”

Vivienne’s slight frown conveyed volumes to her perceptive assistant.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not familiar with the Miss Hayes you’re referring to,” Scarlett responded crisply before ending the call.