When His Assistant Tried to Steal My Empire, I Took Everything

Justin had slept in the guest room, and by the time I rose the next morning, he had already left for work. As I ate breakfast, I automatically checked the company’s internal email system. The latest email was from the executive office, announcing, with Justin Hawkins' approval, the immediate appointment of Makenna Perkins as his Executive Assistant.

My hand, holding the glass of milk, froze in mid-air as I stared at the bold, highlighted words "Executive Assistant" for what felt like an eternity. I hurled the glass, watching it shatter across the floor. The man I had trusted had ultimately betrayed me. The shards scattered across the floor mirrored how I once thought Justin and I were unbreakable, now reduced to fragments.

I was fuming.

Just then, a message popped up on WhatsApp from Cora Harrison, the Group’s Vice President. I opened the attachment; it was a screenshot of Makenna's latest Instagram post. She was sitting in Justin’s office chair, taking a selfie with the vague outline of Justin brewing coffee in the background. The caption read:

"Seated in the boss's chair, sipping the coffee he made, and absolutely swooning."

Justin was the first to like it.

Cora’s next message arrived quickly: "Justin’s really grown a backbone."

I lit a cigarette, ready to reply to Cora, when a contact request appeared. It was a forwarded profile from Justin, the applicant being Makenna Perkins. I raised an eyebrow. It seemed not only had Justin become audacious, but this newcomer too.

I accepted the request, and Makenna’s messages began flooding in one after the other.

"Hello, Ms. Russell. Pleased to officially meet you. I’m Justin’s Executive Assistant, Makenna Perkins."

"Justin mentioned I should keep you updated on his daily schedule."

"When Justin arrived at the office today, he seemed in a foul mood. I accompanied him to the old district for some croissants, and he finally smiled."

"Justin said croissants used to be his favorite food. Since being with you, he’s only been able to enjoy gourmet dishes, but he hasn't been happy at all."

"Ms. Russell, you’re used to the finer things in life. I can replace you and offer Justin a taste of simple pleasures."

The messages kept coming, my phone buzzing non-stop. My previously calm mood began to simmer once more.

In my world, things fall into two categories: what I want and what I don’t want. “Being taken away” was never even a consideration.

I grabbed my phone, called in Frederick, and headed to the company.