By the time we made eye contact, he was sweating bullets.
I waved my phone at him subtly, signaling for him to play along.
He caught on and gave a respectful nod.
Jane, misreading his discomfort as shyness, started up with the microphone again.
“I’m just so thrilled! Not only am I celebrating my son’s baby shower, but I’m also setting my best friend up with such a wealthy, high-status man. I really am a beauty with a heart of gold!”
The guests exchanged smirks and stifled their laughter. I snatched the microphone from Jane’s hand.
“Why do you keep tossing every low-quality man my way? Am I a garbage bin? I’m not interested.”
My blunt words left Jane stunned.
John scrambled to appease Frank, who nervously waved it off.
But Jane’s composure cracked. She threw a tantrum, pointing her finger at me.
“Don’t think I don’t know! You’ve been staying single because you’ve been jealous of me marrying well. You’ve had your eye on my husband all along!”
The host, sensing the situation was getting out of control, hurried to diffuse the tension, pulling me away from the scene.
Jane, however, tried to salvage the moment by taking the stage again.
“I just want to say to all the single ladies here, don’t even think about my husband. Not everyone is as lucky as I am, marrying a man who’s not only handsome but makes six figures a month!”
She shot a venomous glare in my direction as she finished her speech.
Unfazed, I quietly sent a message to my assistant:
“Inform John that he’s fired.”
