I Chose Me Over My Marriage novel Chapter 32

In college, she had majored in Business Administration with a minor in Design.

Back then, she had been her professors' star pupil.

Yet for all these years, she had been stuck in the Field Operations Department.

According to Maxwell, the workload was light and the hours were flexible.

It seemed like the perfect compromise.

It wasn't until today that Lyra realized those were nothing but excuses.

The Field Operations Department was two full floors away from the CEO's executive suite.

The team was understaffed, meaning the workload was actually brutal.

He just wanted to keep her as far away from him as possible.

Since that was the case, she would gladly grant his wish.

The next day, Lyra arrived at the office.

She had carefully decorated her cubicle, giving it a warm, cozy vibe.

She had already reviewed her daily tasks and was just about to start when a file was slammed onto her desk.

"Lyra, this came down from upper management. Read the requirements and get it done immediately."

The speaker was Director Lancaster, a fifty-year-old company veteran who had been with Sterling Group since its inception.

She had always harbored a grudge against Lyra, constantly finding subtle ways to trip her up at work. However, Lyra's sharp instincts and flawless professionalism usually left the older woman eating dust.

Lyra didn't say a word. She simply picked up the file, skimmed it, and furrowed her brows.

"I'm in Field Operations. This is a matter for the PR department and has nothing to do with me. Even if Mr. Sterling himself was standing here, my answer would be the same. I don't do work that falls outside my purview."

Seeing Lyra's unyielding stance, Director Lancaster's face darkened into a scowl.

"As a corporate employee, you should know that a superior's orders require absolute obedience. Don't think for a second that being the CEO's wife entitles you to special treatment. Everyone under my management is treated exactly the same."

Pausing for breath, Director Lancaster's tone grew even more rigid.

"This is your assignment now. You'll do it whether you want to or not. There is no room for negotiation."

With that, she slammed her hand violently against the file on Lyra's desk, turned on her heel, and marched briskly back to her office, her posture radiating hostility.

Her office door slammed shut with aggressive force, making the entire display feel like a cheap power trip.

The other employees watched in dead silence, too terrified to speak up, let alone defend Lyra.