Mistaken For Nobody When I’m The Boss

Maya was astonishingly fast. Moments later, the storeroom door was yanked open from the outside.

Maya strode in with two of her bodyguards. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw the blood at the corner of my mouth, my torn Chanel jacket, and my crumpled form on the floor.

She rushed over to help me up.

I shook my head, signaling her not to say anything. Then I took the cashier's check from her hand and thrust it at Savannah.

She snatched the check from my fingers, her eyes glinting. "If this check bounces, I have my ways of finding you. Now get out."

Enduring the searing pain that shot through my body, I limped out of that filthy storeroom with Maya's support.

At the door, I thanked her. "Thank you, Maya. I'll pay you back as soon as this is over."

She just looked at me with worry. "The money is nothing, don't worry about it. But what on earth happened to you?"

I managed a weak smile. "My brother really found himself a keeper. I need to have a little 'chat' with him."

I took out my phone and found the number for the brand's Director of Operations, Mr. Davies. I had hired him personally, and he was completely loyal to me.

The moment the call connected, I got straight to the point, my voice cold and devoid of emotion.

"You have ten minutes to fire the manager named Savannah Pierce. If you can't do it, the Montgomery family will pull all of its investments from the brand, down to the last cent."

The director on the other end sounded like he was having a coronary. Hearing the raw pain beneath my tone, he didn't dare question me and simply agreed.

I hung up and, without a moment's pause, had Maya's driver take me to the Los Angeles Police Department. I explained everything to the officer at the front desk in the clearest, calmest manner I could.

After giving a detailed statement, I went to a private clinic in Beverly Hills for a full physical examination.

Holding the thin report in my hands, the anger and betrayal inside me coalesced into a cold, hard rage.

I needed an explanation.

I needed Caleb to look me in the eye and give me one himself.

My assistant tracked Caleb down to his own mansion. I went straight to the Malibu mansion I had gifted him, with my driver and bodyguards in tow.

But when I arrived, I was greeted by deafening electronic music and the sounds of men and women laughing and shouting from inside.

He was throwing a party... no wonder he hadn't answered my call earlier.

The front door was ajar. For some reason, I didn't push it open right away.

Soon, I heard the sobbing of a familiar woman.

It was Savannah Pierce.

She was inside, crying to everyone, painting herself as a poor victim who had fought back after being bullied by some arrogant, crazy woman.

"I just asked her to pay, and she threw a two-hundred-thousand-dollar check in my face and got me fired... Caleb, she went too far. She has no respect for you! She just wanted to humiliate me and tear us apart!"

Inside, Caleb's entourage of hangers-on all chimed in, defending her.

Caleb held Savannah, comforting her in a tone full of concern and love. "Don't worry, Savannah. I won't let her get away with this."

To prove himself, he boasted to everyone present. "As soon as I find that crazy woman, I'll make her get on her knees and apologize to you!"

The group of rich kids immediately roared in agreement, each one louder than the last.

"Yeah! Put her in her place!"

I couldn't listen anymore. I gave a sharp nod, and my bodyguard kicked the main door open.

The music screeched to a halt, and all the laughter and noise died in an instant.

Dozens of stunned faces turned toward the entrance at once.

"No need to go to all that trouble. I'm right here. So, who's going to teach me a lesson?"