Camille behaved just like a sulking kid throwing tantrums. She was a grown woman, yet she acted so immature and brainless.
I decided to ignore her and quietly survive the last ten days or so, but she wouldn’t give up. And frankly, I’d had enough of her nonsense.
Sitting at the head of the table, I shot her a cold look and spat out just two words, “Get out.”
I used to be her secretary and took orders from her. That was a matter of by it.
sition, and I abided
But now that I was the CEO, and she was the deputy CEO, she was supposed to take orders from me. So, it was perfectly reasonable if I gave her commands.
“W–what the hell did you just say!” she stormed up to me and slammed her hands on the desk. The anger that had been building in her eyes finally exploded. ⚫
“I said, get out!” I repeated.
She raised her hand to slap me, but too bad for her because I caught her wrist in mid–air.
“Let go! Let go, muttface!” Camille furiously struggled to pull away, but she could not overpower me.
“Know your place, Ms. Layton. I’m no longer your secretary; I’m your superior now.” With that, I shook her hands off.
Camille lost it. When she saw that she could no longer abuse me like she used to, she turned her rage on everything else in the office.
With loud crashes, everything in sight got smashed to bits.
“You muttface! Do you think you can be the CEO and stand above me? Keep dreaming!” she screamed while smashing everything.
I stood by and watched. None of these things were paid for with my money, so she could destroy them all she wanted. I’d just have the HR replace it all for me.
After a while, she glared at me with a twisted, triumphant sneer as if she’d won a war while panting and drenched in sweat.
I scoffed in contempt and picked up the phone. “This is Max Wexler. I need my office fully refurnished.”
“Max Wexler!” she shrieked.
I hung up and didn’t bother to look at her before leaving the room.
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