Part 2The Temporary Boss

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“I hear you’re my husband's executive assistant?”

I forced an awkward smile. “I mostly just handle his schedule and organize his documents.”

She clearly didn't buy my answer.

“Massage my shoulders first.”

I walked behind the sofa. “Is this pressure okay?”

She leaned back and closed her eyes.

“Look, I’m not trying to make your lives difficult on purpose, but my husband said so himself.”

“He said if I don't establish dominance over you worker bees now, I’ll never have any authority later.”

“But I imagine you don't really have a choice, right? You need this job to survive.”

“Besides, my demands aren't exactly unreasonable.”

She snapped her eyes open. “Are they?”

I quickly shook my head, plastering a fake smile on my face. “Not at all! Not at all.”

Looking at her tyrannical behavior, I couldn't help but question my boss's taste in women.

Was he getting so old and desperate that he’d settle for just anyone?

For the entire morning, she ordered me around like a personal maid.

She took one look at the coffee I made her and threw the entire mug across the room in disgust.

“How did you even get this job?!”

“I asked for lukewarm! Do you not understand English?!”

But I wasn't listening to her screaming. My heart stopped because the coffee had spilled all over Mr. Vance's desk.

Right on top of the contracts he had just signed.

I looked at the mess in sheer panic. “Mrs. Vance, we need those contracts in two days!”

Even though I grabbed some napkins instantly, massive brown coffee stains had already soaked through the thick paper.

Chloe glanced at me, her tone completely indifferent.

“So they got dirty. Big deal. A stack of paper is nothing compared to the baby in my belly.”

She suddenly barked at me, “Your sole focus right now is serving me! Do you understand?!”

“You can’t even do the job of a basic servant right!”

I swallowed my burning rage, my voice trembling slightly. “Mrs. Vance, these contracts are incredibly important.”

“Can I take them outside and try to clean them up?”

Thankfully, she nodded in agreement.

But just as my hand touched the doorknob, she called out again.

“Send two girls in here. My feet need a massage.”

I bit my lip hard. “Okay.”

The moment I stepped out of the office, I realized something was very wrong.

It was hot. Unbearably hot!

The entire floor of employees, who should have been buried in their work, were all doing the exact same thing.

Fanning their faces with whatever folders or papers they could find.

I stood there in shock and looked up at the central AC vents.

It wasn't just turned off. Someone had literally unplugged the main control panels.

Everyone looked miserable, shooting me desperate pleas for help.

Just as I was about to say something, Chloe walked out, holding her stomach.

“Stop that right now!”

Her sharp eyes swept across the room. “The whole reason I turned off the AC was to stop the noise from the machines outside!”

“And look at you! You’re out here making a massive racket with all that flapping!”

“Are you doing this just to piss me off?!”

Instantly, everyone dropped their makeshift fans.

Looking embarrassed and terrified, they quickly shook their heads and muttered apologies.

“But you’ve already pissed me off!”