Part 3The Assistant's Provocation

Before returning to the company, I called the shareholders. When I got back, I noticed the employees looking at me strangely. I paid them no mind and returned to my office. Mark Johnson, the Vice President of Sales, hurried into my office, holding out his phone. It was the company-wide chat. Alex Stone had @everyone with a message: Sales Manager Arthur Hayes has been fired. No wonder the employees looked at me strangely; that was why.

“I say, buddy, whose company is this anyway?” Mark said, clearly dissatisfied. “This company has been completely ruined by your wife, it’s a mess. Everyone in the company is saying you’ve been cuckolded, and that Alex Stone is acting like he owns the place. If this continues, my family will pull out their shares.”

“I can handle it. Go busy yourself.” I waved my hand. Mark then said, with some worry, “If you’re feeling down, I’ll join you for a drink.” “I’m not the one who made a mistake. Why should I punish myself with alcohol?” I chuckled. “Don’t worry, buddy. I can handle it. And on the way back, I already spoke with your father.” Mark nodded and left, but at the door, he suddenly said, “Samantha’s back in the country. I still think you’d make a good brother-in-law.” I ignored him and continued with my work.

After finishing, I had my driver take me home. The moment I entered the door, I smelled food. Katherine’s voice came from the kitchen: “Darling? Are you back? I made your favorite. Hurry and wash your hands.” I sneered, because I saw other men’s shoes by the door. It must have been Alex. Was this woman brain-dead? How dare she bring Alex home? I changed my shoes and walked in, only to see Alex in the kitchen, holding a piece of meat, feeding it to Katherine. Katherine was beaming, clearly in love.

“D-darling…” Katherine panicked when she saw me. “Don’t misunderstand. I was just tasting it. My hands were full, so I asked Alex to help.” “No need to explain.” “Just a reminder, you don’t need to call me ‘darling’ anymore.” I took the divorce papers from my briefcase. “Sign these, and we’ll get the divorce tomorrow.” Katherine looked at me, utterly incredulous. “Darling, are you really going to divorce me?”

“Arthur Hayes, you’re shameless!” Alex pointed at me, cursing. “My Katie has already given you face, humbled herself to cook for you. What else are you not satisfied with?!” “I personally came to apologize to you. What more do you want? I’m telling you, don’t push your luck!” Hearing this, I laughed. I took off my suit jacket, slowly removed my watch, then loosened my tie and asked, “Alex, are you perhaps overestimating yourself? What do you mean you personally came to apologize to me? Is your apology worth so much?”

“What makes you any better than me?” “I’m an executive assistant to the CEO! I’m second only to her!” “What are you? You’re just a sales manager!” “If you weren’t Katie’s husband, you wouldn’t even have the right to speak to me!” Alex said, then charged at me. I casually kicked him, but he charged again. This time, he grabbed my arm fiercely, gritting his teeth as he whispered: “Hit me! The more you hit me, the more pathetic you’ll look in Katie’s eyes! Then, when you divorce, I’ll take your place!” I laughed again, too lazy to hit him. Instead, I patted his shoulder and said: “Little brother, have you been watching too many brain-dead TV shows? Do you think the games of the elite are child’s play?”

“What do you mean?” Alex had no idea. I shook my head, laughing. “If that’s the case, then let’s get everyone here and talk.”