Yes, ma'am!

VICTORIA’S POV

As we came downstairs, there was a little skein of employees.

“What is happening here?” I asked, walking in the middle, and immediately all the eyes turned to me.

But my eyes stopped on a middle-aged woman shouting at the top of her lungs.

“Victoria Blake! You bitch!” She screamed at me.

“Who are you, please?” I asked calmly. Though very much annoyed inside.

“How dare you bully my daughter?” She screamed once again.

I frowned. Never in my life have I seen this woman. Now, she is accusing me of bullying her daughter.

“Who is your daughter?”

“Oh, look at her!” She raised her index finger, pointing at me and looked around the employees of our company. “She says she doesn’t know my daughter! Did you ever hear of Camilla? Or will you deny it too?” She mocked, and I realized the situation.

So, she is the mother of that shameless bitch. I shook my head in helpless annoyance. I am tired of these people showing up one after the other.

All is just never-ending drama!

I wanted to r