The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 282

Georgia nearly choked on her own breath from Victoria's sharp retort. She stormed over to the tech department entrance, voice rising as she laid into Victoria without preamble.

"Turner! Ms. Marchand wants you in her office right now—are you deaf? Who do you even think you are? Just because Mr. Garcia's taken a liking to you, you think you're untouchable?"

She didn't wait for a response, her voice echoing down the hallway. "Everyone else here is working themselves to the bone. I've got a mountain of tasks every day, and now I have to chase you down too—can't even get you on the phone! What makes you think you can throw your weight around like this?"

"If you're really Mr. Garcia's girl, why don't you just go home with him and play house? Why make life harder for the rest of us just trying to do our jobs?"

Georgia never minced words. Everyone within earshot froze, expecting Victoria to be mortified. To their surprise, Victoria didn't even look her way.

George, standing nearby, couldn't watch any longer.

"Georgia, would you please let Ms. Marchand know that we're in the middle of something urgent here? If she really needs Victoria, she'll have to wait—we're on a tight deadline."

Georgia hovered in the doorway, but George didn't hesitate. He closed the door firmly in her face.

Through the glass, Georgia watched as Victoria followed the tech manager into the server room.

Fuming, she grabbed for the handle, only to find the door had been locked from the inside.

"Fine…"

With a huff, Georgia stalked off down the hall.

"Don't let her get to you, Victoria," one of the techs said, shaking his head. "No wonder that girl's still single, with a temper like that."

No one in the department looked down on Victoria for Georgia's cheap shot about her and Curtis. If anything, they were appalled by Georgia's behavior.

Georgia's eyes widened in disbelief.

Ailie leaned in, lowering her voice further. "Just put in a good word for me with Ms. Marchand. The money isn't a big deal."

Georgia grinned, tucking the folder under her arm. "You've got way more sense than Victoria. No wonder you're a real manager—she went from Garcia's secretary to assistant manager, and now she's stuck in tech. Should've known better."

She smirked. "Don't worry. Stick with Ms. Marchand and I'll make sure she hears all about how capable you are."

Georgia strutted off with the file, head held high. As she disappeared around the corner, Ailie sneered at her retreating back. "As if I need that homewrecker's help to get ahead. She'll be crying soon enough…"

She closed the door, locking it behind her, then turned to the rest of the Investment team. "Shut the blinds, turn off your phones. Meeting time."