The Jilted Fiancée's Spectacular Corporate Revenge

Chloe sat at her desk, morning light slanting through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The signed contract lay quietly on the scanner. With a faint buzzing sound, a digital copy was generated. She added it as an attachment, wrote a new email, and sent it to the private account of an external auditor she had long employed. The main line was concise and clear: "Carry out as agreed." "Click to send.

She took a sip of black coffee—hot and bitter, bringing a touch of comfort. Just then, a commotion came from the hallway—laughter, Brad's familiar, deep baritone echoing across the concrete floor.

She put down her mug, and the office door was pushed open without knocking.

Brad stood at the doorway, hands casually tucked into the pockets of his custom trousers, carrying the posture of a monarch inspecting the territory. Sienna linked arms with his, a smug smile playing on her lips.

"Chloe." Brad's tone was a condescending slowness. "I made some personnel changes. To familiarize Sienna with the family business, she will join your team—as your direct assistant. ”

He spoke as if he were giving her a grand gift—a punishment disguised as a promotion.

Sienna wore a Chanel tweed suit that seemed out of place in the office. She stepped forward, stretched out her perfectly trimmed hand, her voice filled with false sweetness: "I'm especially looking forward to learning from you, Chloe." ”

Chloe leaned back in the leather chair, not reaching for that hand. Her gaze slowly and cautiously swept over Siena's clothing—from the overly short hem to the suffocatingly intense jasmine scent of jasmine, which was recklessly invading her office.

Brad's smile froze. "Chloe, be generous. This is for the good of the company. "He tried to exercise his authority as a fiancé—even though just yesterday, the role was disfigured by his own hands.

Chloe slowly stood up; the sound of chair legs scraping against the floor was the only sound in the room. She circled around the desk, moving smoothly and naturally. She stopped directly in front of Siena—at 1.75 meters tall, plus high heels, she had a clear height advantage. The air suddenly tensed.

"Miss Pennington, let's set a few rules first." Chloe's voice was low, carrying a dangerous calm. "First, your skirt. It's two inches shorter than the workplace norms on Wall Street. Second, your perfume. It violates our fragrance-free workplace rules—I can smell you at my desk. ”

Siena's face flushed with a mottled red. She looked to Brad for help, her eyes immediately brimming with tears—a skillful yet tragic performance.

"Alright, Chloe, don't ......," Brad stepped forward, ready to defend his mistress.

Chloe didn't interrupt him with words, but with actions. She turned and picked up the 500-page binder—a due diligence report on a new acquisition project—from her desk, then turned back.

She stuffed the binder into Sienna's arms. That thing is much heavier than it looks. Sienna staggered backward, her designer high heels struggling to find balance on the ground.

"Your first mission." Chloe's voice was as cold as ice. "Cross-check every financial record in this report with the records on our secure servers. Before work ends today, I want a complete variance analysis report. ”

Siena's eyes widened as she stared in terror at the pile of documents in her arms, her eyes full of panic. "I...... I won't use that system. ”

A faint, cruel smile appeared at the corner of Chloe's mouth. "Then consider this your first lesson. Welcome to join the team. ”

Brad's expression darkened. He stepped closer, his voice lowered into a stern whisper: "Enough." Don't take it out on her. ”

Chloe met his gaze without flinching, her eyes cold and resolute. "Mr. West, are you interfering with the operations and management of my department? I think the board would be interested in a senior partner being rejected from standard workflows. ”

He was blocked. In front of an open office, he couldn't undermine her authority, or else it would seem biased and disrupt key projects. His carefully crafted image of a fair and just leader is now on the brink of collapse.

He gritted his teeth. "Alright."

Chloe gave a brief gesture toward the door. "Miss Pennington, your workstation is in the outer cubicle. You can get started. ”

Sienna bit her lip, held back her tears, and awkwardly retreated, clutching the heavy binder. The entire department followed her gaze—watching her struggle toward that small, irpersonal assistant desk.

Brad watched her leave, then turned to look at Chloe, his eyes full of vicious threat. "You will pay the price for this jealousy, Chloe. I promise. ”

"This isn't jealousy, Brad." Her voice was flat. "It's efficiency. Now, if you don't mind, I still have work to do. ”

He snorted angrily, rushed out, and slammed the door shut.

Chloe walked over to the glass wall. She watched as Sienna clumsily tried to put the loose-leaf folder on the small table, her movements stiff and unresponsive.

She picked up the phone on the desk and dialed the Information Technology Department. "Hello, I'm Chloe Miller. I need to set temporary restrictions on my new assistant Sienna Pennington's terminal—banning all external network access, turning off social media and personal email, and only allowing connections to internal servers. Thank you. ”

She hung up, turned to the window, and overlooked the endless stream of yellow taxis down Manhattan's streets. The phone vibrated — a text message from an unknown number, a bunch of random letters and symbols garbled. She frowned and casually deleted it. Probably spam.

She walked back to her desk and opened a locked drawer. Inside, on a black velvet padding lies an ancient St. Christopher's Medal, hanging from a silver chain. Time had worn it smooth and rounded—that was the only past she had, and the only clue left by her parents, whom she had never met.

She picked it up, the cold metal in her hand felt a familiar weight. She gripped it tightly, drawing strength from this solid and silent object.

The battle was just beginning.