Part 3The Temporary Boss

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Chloe glared at me resentfully. “How are you even an executive assistant? You have zero management skills.”

Before I could defend myself, she pointed her finger, randomly selecting several employees like a dictator choosing targets.

“You. You. And you. Stand up.”

“Start doing squats. Two hundred of them!”

“What?!”

The selected employees looked visibly angry, but tried to reason with her politely.

“Mrs. Vance, we—”

“Three hundred!”

Seeing Chloe relentlessly raise the stakes, they didn't dare speak again.

They immediately started doing squats.

She clapped her hands and turned to look at me.

“The reason they are being punished is because they were fanning themselves too aggressively and making too much noise.”

I followed her gaze. The punished employees were dripping with sweat.

They were panting heavily, looking utterly miserable.

“Now, you need to do five hundred squats!”

I pointed at myself in pure disbelief. “Me?!”

She smirked mockingly. “You failed to manage your subordinates. You bear the most responsibility.”

Suddenly, her face darkened.

“Are you going to start or not?!”

I didn't dare hesitate. I put my hands behind my head and squatted down.

She leisurely addressed the rest of the sweaty office. “Is it hot? Are you guys hot?”

“I don't feel hot at all.”

Hearing that, I wanted to curse her entire bloodline to hell.

Of course she wasn't hot! She had a personal AC unit running at 65 degrees in the executive suite, wrapped in Mr. Vance's silk blanket!

Why would she feel hot?!

But I only dared to scream those words in my head.

Chloe pulled up a chair and sat down comfortably.

“The baby in my belly—your boss's heir—is hungry!”

She tapped her manicured nails rhythmically against the armrest. “What should we eat?”

“I know. I want the bird's nest soup from that place in Pasadena.”

“And the shrimp noodles from that spot in Santa Monica.”

Having delivered her demands, she patted my shoulder. “Thanks for your hard work, Assistant Taylor.”

“It's mostly because the baby is craving it…”

With that, she slowly sauntered back into the executive suite.

The second the door clicked shut, the entire staff let out a collective sigh of relief.

But a moment later, the door yanked open again, and she poked her head out.

“Send two women in to massage my legs.”

“Actually, make it four. They need to do my feet too.”

Slam. She shut the door again.

Everyone turned to look at me, their faces twisted in agony.

“Assistant Taylor… what do we do now?”

One of the girls doing squats burst into tears. “I have a contract I need to send to a client this afternoon!”

“What am I going to do?!”

I was panting heavily, checking the time.

Mr. Vance was currently mid-flight. Calling him was impossible.

“Just hold on a little longer, guys. The boss lands at 4:00 PM.”

“I’ll report everything to him as soon as he lands.”

After all, I was the biggest victim here!