The CEO's Cruel Ultimatum, My Rise

ork undercover as a junior developer in the company

e to apologize to the woman who was

he demanded I publicly humiliate myself for his "special guest," Jaden. This was

manipulative bully over our company's integri

screen demande

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p my burned hand for the came

gerously quiet. "It's time

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empire. The pact ended the day he, our CEO, ordered me-a junior developer-to apologize to the woman

end started on a Tuesday, my first day as

was waiting for HR to fetch me, just another anonymous new hire in the company I' d co-founded. The idea had b

t me be a ghost for one year. I want to know what our employees really think, what

agreed. "Anything for my bri

ifetime ago, even though

osh, and a woman stormed in. She was a whirlwind of designer labels and palpable entitlement. Over

ing a platinum credit card down on the counter wi

with disdain as if she couldn't believe she had to utt

eyes, stammered, "Ma'am, this is a corporate office

slid her sunglasses down her nose, revealing e

aden Juarez. Ring a bell? No? Fine. Just get me the coffee. Now. And don't you dare use th

ook, still warm from the printer, outlined a clear code of conduct: professionalism,

my posture relaxed. My role wa

e desk, and our pantry..." the recepti

by, and her icy gaze landed on me. On my plain jeans, my simpl

xpensive perfume a suffocatin

ze calmly. "

n you haven't learned how to be useless yet. Go get my coffe

the secret incorporation documents locked away in my father' s safe. But my public identity was

," I said, my voice even and p

d have. Her eyes narrowed. "What you'll do is get my coffee.

akeup. She was trying to intimidate me, to assert he

entire lobby to hear. She glanced down at my sensible, comfortable shoes and the

us whisper. "When you bring it back, you

hallway, his face pale with panic. It was Mark, th

ay," he said, practically bowing. "We

"I apologize for my new hire.

even bothering to look at him. "Jus

eared down the corridor leadin

, his expression a mixture of pity and fear. "List

though I had a sinking

ne marrow donation. Connor feels he owes her everything. So, she gets whatever she wants. She can make or break care

course. But he' d described a hero, a selfless woman. Not this cruel, narcissistic crea

e real ones, listed two co-founders: Connor Bishop and Blake Shaw. Not

the house" she pretended to be. I wa

he allow

e. This was just my first test. A test of the co

's see ho

how far Ms. Juarez