When The Heiress Uncovers Her Boss' Nasty Games, She Strikes Back!

Once I was home from work, I went straight to Hunter’s room and spoke with authority. "Tell your headhunter to head to Artemis Coffee Shop tomorrow and find a girl named Tessa. Get her a position in the publicity department, level P3 or above, and make sure her salary is at least ten thousand. Handle everything else however you see fit."

Hunter was in the middle of a video meeting when his eyes flicked up to mine, his face a mix of surprise and confusion.

Even with the bewilderment lingering in his gaze, he didn’t skip a beat.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand in a sharp motion, flashing me a confident "OK" sign.

A sense of satisfaction settled over me as I made my way to my room. The door clicked shut behind me, and just as I let out a breath, my phone buzzed with a message from Declan. [I want to see a beauty.]

He was slick, quickly retracting the message, likely to avoid any screenshots. A video call request popped up not a moment later, which I rejected with such force that I nearly jabbed the screen in frustration.

Declan sent another message. [Scorpios are truly ruthless. I’m honestly scared you’ll eat me alive.]

I slammed my fingers against the keyboard, fury coursing through me. [Don’t worry. I don’t eat garbage!!]

Dad noticed the tension in my expression and asked with a hint of concern, "Dixie, Carlo mentioned you seemed upset when you left work. Was it because I didn’t come to pick you up today?"

Since my graduation, Dad had been urging me to step into the family business, but my pride stood in the way. I was determined to carve my own path.

With a job finally secured, Dad and my brother’s concerns about my driving still lingered. They wouldn’t hear of me taking the subway or bus, stubbornly insisting on driving me to and from work themselves.

Their busy lives often kept them from driving me around, so occasionally, their driver would fill in. That was how I ended up with a different man picking me up every day.

That’s when the idea struck me. Since Declan believed I thrived off men, thinking he might be next in line, why not let him chase that fleeting hope?

Letting go of my usual tough, independent act, I softened my voice. I asked sweetly, “Dad, could you take me to work in your favorite car tomorrow?”

Dad raised an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard. “Wait, wasn’t Miss Low-Profile just talking about keeping things low-key? And now you’re after my prized car?”

I shifted back into full-on boss mode, my tone sharp. “So, are you going to agree or not? If not, I’ll take the bus to work tomorrow!”

“Alright, alright, who could possibly say no to my darling girl?”

The next morning, Dad took the wheel of his Maserati, driving me to the office with his usual flair.

As soon as the car rolled to a stop, I caught sight of Declan lurking in an alley, casually munching on a sandwich. He looked like he’d been camped out there for a while, waiting to snap photos for his “evidence” collection.

Pretending I hadn’t seen him, I leaned over and kissed Dad’s cheek, then hugged him tightly, my arms slipping around his neck. Sitting stiffly in the driver’s seat, Dad wore a blend of confusion and concern. “Dixie, if work’s making you miserable, just quit. Don’t push yourself until you’re ill.”

I pulled back with a grin. “Smile, and make it look natural! No disgusted faces! And when I get out, don’t forget to say a heartfelt goodbye, or I swear, I’ll never let you drive me again!”

Under the pressure of my threats and persuasion, Dad finally relented. I made sure to play the part, acting shy and playful, as I slipped out of the car and waved him goodbye.

The reverse psychology worked like a charm. I hadn’t even reached the office doors when Declan appeared.