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

My reverse psychology worked like a charm. Before I even reached the office entrance, Declan was already hot on my heels, rushing to catch up.

Matching my stride, he let out a snort and muttered, “Dixie, really? You’ve got no standards if you’re going for an old guy like that.”

I came to a sudden halt, pivoted, and flashed Declan a smile, a touch of flirtation dancing in my eyes. “Supervisor Wright, if you can drive a luxury car worth over a million, who’s to say there couldn’t be something between us?”

With that, I spun around, tossing my bag over my shoulder, letting it swing and smack him square in the face.

At that moment, Declan was so lost in the fantasy I’d spun that he didn’t even notice the pain.

As soon as I stepped into the office, Declan wasted no time trying to win favor. He thrust a black plastic bag into my hands, glancing over his shoulder like a child caught stealing. “Shh, only you deserve this,” he whispered.

I fought back the urge to gag at the sight of his greasy, bloated face. Suppressing a shudder, I tore open the bag to reveal a hideous Barbie-pink handbag with an elaborate gold LV logo plastered in the center.

He lowered his voice, clearly proud of himself. “This is a branded item. I spent tens of thousands on it.”

Even the cleaning lady could have sworn it was a cheap knockoff, no more than $2.99 on the street.

I swallowed the urge to roll my eyes, masking my disgust with a bright, exaggerated smile.

“Oh! An LV! Supervisor, you really shouldn’t have such generosity! What if your wife finds out?” I added, loud enough for anyone to hear.

My voice sliced through the room, drawing every eye in my direction. Declan stood there, his composure cracking, flustered, and clearly uncomfortable.

A few of my more curious colleagues couldn’t help but snatch the bag from my hands for a closer look. With their good taste, they spotted the cheap knockoff with a single glance. But, fearing any offense to Declan, they kept their thoughts to themselves. Instead, they exchanged knowing looks, their smiles a silent exchange.

Sensing the shift in the room, Declan grabbed the bag back, mumbling defensively, “It’s for my wife. I just wanted you to take a look. Don’t flatter yourself.”

With a hasty retreat to his office, Declan left the room in a wave of suppressed laughter.

Yet, a little shame wasn’t enough to stop him. The moment I stepped into the break room, Declan slid in behind me, moving like a shadow.

Pretending to be absorbed in making coffee, I could see his reflection inching closer, the air thickening with his anticipation. Just as his hands reached for me, I whipped around, splashing the hot coffee straight into his chest.

The scalding coffee splashed across him, soaking him from head to toe, and a sharp squeal echoed through the room.

"Oh my! Supervisor Wright, I was just trying to make coffee. Why did you have to get so close?" I put on my most innocent, panicked expression, playing the part to perfection.

Declan, his mask finally slipping away, snarled with open disdain. "Dixie, stop being so ungrateful. You should be thankful I'm even interested in you!"

He leaned in closer, his words dripping with arrogance. "Your body will be mine eventually. What’s wrong with a little hug now?"

The eavesdropping colleagues quickly gathered around, just in time to hear Declan's audacious words. They exchanged wary glances but remained silent, not daring to speak up.

Sensing the weight of their stares, Declan turned sharply, scanning the room. The crowd scattered like mice, rushing back to their workstations.

Seizing the opportunity, I masked my triumphant smile, softening my tone and lowering my gaze. “Supervisor, I truly didn’t mean it. You’re the bigger person here; please forgive me just this once,” I pleaded.

I tossed him a playful wink, knowing it was a bit stiff and awkward, but it did the trick. His stormy expression softened, replaced by a beaming smile as he scrambled to cheer me up.

Walking out of the break room, I caught the glances of my colleagues, their eyes now lingering on Declan in a way that spoke volumes. Something had shifted in their perception.