Chapter 3
IT had just gotten everything back online when Dad called.
He needed me to pull some sensitive marketing data.
Said the files were needed for this afternoon’s board meeting at our Manhattan headquarters, and I had to handle it personally-zero margin for
error.
I grabbed a USB drive, downloaded the data from the marketing director’s computer, and headed to the copy room.
I’d just finished printing everything and was organizing it with binder clips when the copy room door swung open.
Wren bounced in with a bubble tea from the place downstairs.
Hell, she immediately spotted the heavy-duty stapler next to me and her eyes lit up.
“Ooh, lemme borrow that real quick-my Hot Cheetos bag totally ripped.”
She reached over like it was hers.
I instinctively pulled the confidential documents and stapler away from her grabby hands.
These files contained seriously classified intel.
She whiffed completely, stumbled forward from the momentum, and tripped over the printer cord.
Her boba tea went airborne.
The brown liquid sailed in a perfect arc and splashed all over my freshly printed documents.
A thick stack of corporate secrets instantly turned into a soggy, illegible mess.
Staring at the destroyed files, I couldn’t keep playing observer anymore.
I looked up and locked eyes with her.
Yet she had zero guilt on her face-actually looked pissed that I hadn’t shared the stapler.
My voice was ice cold.
“You gonna take responsibility for trashing these documents?”
Wren had probably never been called out by a company employee before,
She blinked, confused.
Then her face flushed red with anger.
“Excuse me? How dare you talk to me like that?”
“Do you have any idea who I am?”
She straightened up, acting all high and mighty.
Wee Rollingt
“I’m Jaxon’s wife!”
Looking at her, I felt absolutely nothing-almost wanted to laugh.
“Cool.”
I replied flatly.
“Does being Jaxon’s wife give you license to destroy company property? To completely ignore workplace policies?”
My pushback clearly threatened her little power trip.
She lost her shit, pointing right in my face:
“Um, yeah, it totally does!”
“This whole company belongs to Jaxon, which means it’s mine! I can do whatever the hell I want!”
Her voice went full Karen mode, all screechy and entitled.
“Who even are you? Some random new girl trying to school me?”
Other employees came running when they heard yelling.
Seeing this confrontation, they looked terrified.
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