The CEO Gets What He Wants

“What did you see? Hurry up and tell us,” the colleagues to the side observing the lady with the binoculars urged her.

Being new to the finance department and relatively more impressionable, the girl holding the binoculars naively described what she saw.

Everyone, however, swiftly dispersed in concert after they heard her account of things.

“It's true, what I'm telling you,” said the female co-worker, clutching the binoculars very innocuously.

One of her peers turned and looked at her. “Yeah, some story that is, young lady. You might as well go on and pen submissions for the romance magazines since you're that good at coming up with stories. I might have believed you if you had said that that woman from the design department was sitting on Mr. Moore's lap, seducing him, smothering him with kisses, and unbuckling his belt to throw herself at him. Mr. Moore putting a coat on that woman, helping to dry her hair, and massage her calves? Seriously?”

Another of her lady colleagues picked up the outdoor equipment. “The woman from the design department doesn't look half-bad, but there are obviously much prettier ones from the public relations department. I've never heard of any scandals involving Mr. Moore and any of his subordinates from the public relations department, so it makes me quite skeptical about him getting involved with that woman from the design department. In any case, I'm going to just keep an open mind about this for now.”

Then the crowd gradually scattered.

The newcomer from the finance department stood rooted to the spot, stupefied. She whipped the binoculars toward her boss' personal car once more. It was already leaving.

While she watched the vehicle make its gradual exit, she began to doubt whether an issue with her brain was affecting her ophthalmic nerve, which had caused her own eyes to play tricks on her.

Could I have been mistaken about what I saw?

Meanwhile, Yvonne and her co-workers from the design department were traveling back to the city center in the same vehicle.

When they first arrived, the bus that ferried them was filled with chatter, mostly revolving around Yvonne and their big boss. On the way back, however, no one was in a chatty mood. Those who wanted to fiddle with their phones fiddled with their phones, while others who feigned napping did so accordingly.

The sobriety of the mood left Yvonne, who was originally the toast of the town, fuming.

Yvonne was the first to alight the moment the bus reached the company doorsteps.

The rest of her colleagues, of both genders, twitched their lips. They were in the opinion that Yvonne was full of it.

In place of the vainglory she had before, right now, there was only shame.

It was as though their boss had given Yvonne a slap in the face in full view of everyone else who was there.

All of them started to make the way off the bus.

“Are you all right, Ms. Yantz?” said the last person on the team to get off the bus to Yulissa. The latter was still in her seat with her forehead leaning against the window.

The head of the design department turned around. “I'm okay. Just a little car-sick. You go on ahead.”

“All right!”

And thus, off went the last employee as well.

With her eyes to the fore, Yulissa spotted Yvonne through the windscreen of the bus. The latter was standing right in front of the entrance to the Trident Group building.

Shortly after, a yellow sports car pulled up in front of the latter.

Yvonne thumped an angry foot against the car door. Tossing her outdoor gear into the backseat, she then got into the car.

Yulissa thought, From her personal style and the car she drives, Yvonne looks every bit the part of a wealthy heiress. Her personality and upbringing aside, Yvonne's family background made her at least a decent match for the CEO. Besides, there have not been other women around Mr. Moore. Whether they are socialites or movie stars, he has had no contact with them whatsoever. That makes Yvonne, who was parachuted into the design department, a woman well-suited to stand beside the CEO in every respect.

Naturally, as the head of the design department, it is my duty to see to it that this future lady boss placed under my charge is well taken care of. But from the looks of it, it would seem now that I've been betting on the wrong horse. I believe the fact that Mr. Moore left with Avery would soon rock the entire company. The design department could soon be affected, as the woman Mr. Moore fancies is from our side.

Yet, she felt no sense of pride as the head of the design department. Quite to the contrary, what she felt was a sense of dread.

In order to pander to Yvonne, she had not been too kind to Avery. The job of making coffee and serving drinks usually ought to be done by the newbies. Yvonne was still under probation, while Avery had received her confirmation about a month ago. Over that duration, however, the menial task in question had nonetheless been fulfilled by Avery.

Even on the day before when Yvonne had given some feedback about how filthy the floor was, Yulissa had used her position as department head to get Avery to sweep the floor and have it mopped thoroughly. That was all done for the sake of Yvonne's comfort.

To think that in the end, it was just a load of hot air from Yvonne because Avery is the one who is attached to the CEO!

The thought of Cecelia and Nina getting the privilege to ride with Xavier while herself, in spite of being the head of the design department, had to squeeze in a bus with the remainder of the regular employees, left her feeling quite discouraged.

A while later, Yvonne hit the showers after reaching home and was preparing to turn in for the day.

Before she slept, she could not refrain from ringing up to confide in Allie. “I can't take this anymore, Mdm. Allie. Cayden publicly embarrassed me today. I'm sorry to let you down, but I've decided to tender my resignation first thing on Monday.”

On the other end, Allie asked, “What's wrong, Yvonne? Don't cry. Slow down and tell me what happened, and I'll have it sorted out for you. Tell me, what did Cayden do to embarrass you?”