My wife Sera had started a new company in Britain and was looking for my investment. I went in undercover as a new hire to see it for myself. On my first day, I spotted a young man sauntering past, a cigar dangling from his lips, a glass of whiskey in his hand, swirling the ice. I stepped forward and confronted him. “Company policy strictly prohibits smoking and drinking in the office.” But the young man just threw the whiskey right in my face. “Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?” I was about to retaliate, but the HR manager quickly stepped in to hold me back. Mr. Henderson cringed, bowing slightly toward the young man. “Mr. Shaw, my apologies! He’s a new employee who just started today and doesn’t know the rules!” Then, Mr. Henderson tugged at my sleeve. “Apologize to Mr. Shaw right now! Mr. Shaw is our CEO, Ms. Vance’s husband.” I just smiled and immediately sent Sera a message: “So you have a new husband. I assume he’ll be funding your company then?” Mr. Henderson’s face was plastered with a sycophantic grin as he turned to Damian. “Please don’t mind the new guy. I just bought a bottle of Lafite yesterday; I’ll have someone send it to your office.” Then, he shot me a warning glance and pulled me aside. “You have a full day’s work ahead. You’re not leaving until it’s done!” With that, Mr. Henderson ushered me into his office. Once the door was shut, he let out a sigh. “We desperately need someone with your talent. But remember, whatever you do, do not cross Damian Shaw in this company. He’s our Vice President and our CEO’s husband.” I nodded, not ready to reveal the truth just yet. But just as I sat down and started reviewing some financial statements, Damian’s angry shouts echoed from outside. “Sera Vance chased me for years, practically begged me to be her VP, and only then did I deign to marry her. And you, a worthless newbie, actually dared to disrespect me?” With that, the office door was kicked open. Damian, clearly drunk, propped his foot up on an office chair. He pointed to his Italian handmade leather shoes and sneered, “Newbie, wipe the dust off my shoes. Do that, and I’ll generously forgive you for this morning’s stunt!” Damian’s foot dangled provocatively in front of me. The sole just so happened to reveal a long, stamped serial number. Weren’t those the custom pair I’d had made for last month’s Global Investment Forum? I’d only worn them once before misplacing them somewhere. A smirk played on my lips. “How desperate are you, clinging to my sloppy seconds? You act like you’ve found gold.” “Custom shoes mold to the first wearer. They never fit another.” Damian’s face flushed crimson like a fighting rooster’s. He roared, “You broken loser, what the hell do you know? My wife, Sera Vance, bought these especially for me!” I scoffed. “Still second-hand!” Snickers from employees outside occasionally drifted in. Damian jumped up, yelling at Mr. Henderson. “Company regulations state that new employees must first intern on the production line. He walks in and dives straight into an office? Are you playing favorites? Do you want me to tell Sera Vance right now and get you fired too?!” After that, Damian stormed out of the office, shouting to the crowd outside. “Who the hell wants to get fired? Laughing during work hours? If I catch you, you’re GONE!” Done yelling, he flipped me off. “Go haul boxes in the factory, pretty boy! I’ll make you sweat blood till you beg for mercy!” With a final slam, he shut the office door. Mr. Henderson frowned, looking distressed. “Why’d you have to stir up trouble with that walking nightmare?” “You’ll have to go through the factory tour anyway. Just bear with him a little. Our company really needs talent like you. The benefits are good.” I actually wanted to see the factory. Vance Corp going bankrupt was inevitable. If I could acquire this entire facility for my own company, it would save me a ton of hassle. As soon as I stepped onto the factory floor, Damian had already arrived, yelling, “Come on out, everyone! New guy’s here! Come teach this newbie how to behave!” At this, many employees lowered their heads, nodding respectfully towards Damian. Just as Damian was basking in his glory, he noticed one employee hadn’t moved. He immediately started scolding Leo Maxwell, the production manager. “Didn’t you see everyone else bowing to welcome their boss? Why isn’t that employee moving from their station when they see me?” Leo patiently explained, “That station is crucial, it needs to be manned 24/7, or the production line will shut down!” Damian walked up and slapped Leo across the face. “I said, get him over here!”
Leo clutched his face, his eyes, initially filled with hurt, slowly hardening into anger. He shouted, his voice ringing out, “Security! Get Damian Shaw out of here! He’s disrupting production!” I secretly gave Leo a mental thumbs-up. This guy, I wanted him. Damian pulled out his phone, filming the workshop as he threatened, “Let’s see who dares? I’m Sera Vance’s husband!” Leo pointed at Damian’s phone. “Get his phone! Filming is strictly prohibited in the factory!” Damian kicked me in the butt. “Go beat up that ignorant idiot, and I’ll promote you to production manager today!” This guy, Damian, actually wanted to use me to do his dirty work? If I had really been just an intern, caught in this impossible situation, he might have actually trapped me. The kick sent me staggering forward a couple of steps before I regained my balance. I spun around and landed a punch on Damian. Damian roared in fury, giving an order. “Hit him!” The office building was already filled with Damian’s lackeys. At his command, they all rushed out, surrounding me in a thick crowd. I grabbed Damian by his collar and slammed his head into a rubber baton held by one of his bodyguards. Damian was on a video call with Sera, whining and complaining, “Sera, maybe I should just resign! Not only is that puny production manager messing with me, but even the new intern is bullying me!” Just then, Damian’s head hit the rubber baton with a dull THUD. Damian shrieked, “Ow! He’s killing me! This intern is trying to murder the CEO’s husband!” His phone clattered to the floor. Sera Vance, on the video call, had a face like thunder. She roared, “You’ve all lost your minds! Manager Maxwell from production is suspended, and that new intern is fired immediately! I have a very important meeting right now, I’ll deal with you all when I get back!” I leaned into the phone’s view for a moment, my voice calm. “If I were you, I’d come back right away. This meeting of yours isn’t important anymore. Vance Corp’s biggest problem isn’t finding investors, it’s how many days it has left.” Sera was stunned. “Why are you at the factory?” I spoke as evenly as I could. “I’m the intern you just fired!” “Get here within ten minutes. And you’d better explain why your ‘husband’ here is named Shaw.” Damian snatched my phone and smashed it to the ground, yelling at everyone in the factory, “Everyone at Vance Corp saw it!” “Mess with me, and my wife comes flying to my rescue. Now, you all kill this arrogant intern, and I’ll make sure there are no repercussions!” Even if I was a good fighter, being surrounded meant I was at a serious disadvantage. I quickly speed-dialed my bodyguards to hurry over. Damian grinned maliciously, signaling his bodyguards to swarm me. Several men pinned me down, forcing me to my knees. “So tough now, are you? Why aren’t you so tough anymore?” Damian punched me in the stomach. I gritted my teeth, glaring fiercely at him. “Still defiant? Get me a steel pipe!” Damian grabbed my hair, driving a fist into my face. “Let’s see how tough you are after I break your arm.” Just as he raised the steel pipe, a woman’s voice cut through the air, stopping him cold. “Alexander!”
It was Sera. Through the bodyguards, I saw her rushing in, her sky-high heels clicking frantically. “Where’s that intern?” “Right here.” Damian smugly stepped aside. “What’s this, any riff-raff can get into Vance Corp now?” “This bastard even dared to impersonate your husband.” Damian put his arm around Sera, not noticing her pale face. Sera pulled away from Damian’s arm, stumbling as she walked towards me. “Let me explain…” I spat out a mouthful of blood, staring intensely at her. “Explain what? Explain that you’re keeping a mistress on the side?” “Sera, what are you scared of?” Damian frowned. “He’s just an intern. It’d be easy to crush him, wouldn’t it?” “Shut up!” Sera roared, then SLAP, she slapped Damian across the face. Her voice trembled. “He’s the Chairman of our company!” “How dare you provoke him?!” Damian’s eyes widened in horror. “Chairman?! Then…” “So what?!” Damian’s expression changed. “Even if he’s the Chairman, we’re out here in the middle of nowhere. If we quietly get rid of him, who would ever know?” He slowly tried to coax her, “Are you content always being beneath him? If he dies, that position is yours.” A flicker of struggle crossed Sera’s eyes. I realized something was wrong and yelled, “Sera Vance, don’t you dare!” “What’s there to not dare?” Damian’s lips curled into a smile, and he viciously kicked me in the knee. “I told you, out here, I’m the law.” “You mess with me, you’ll go in walking, but you’ll be carried out in a body bag!” I looked at Sera, giving her one last chance. But she avoided my gaze, took the steel pipe Damian handed her, Her voice was thick with a conflicted regret. “You brought this on yourself.” “Don’t blame me.” “Blame yourself for showing up at the wrong time.” Just as she swung the steel pipe, a red dot appeared on Sera’s forehead. A violent gust of wind roared through, and a helicopter touched down on the lawn outside. One by one, armed bodyguards spilled out of the aircraft. “Nobody move!” My people had arrived!
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