Chapter 2

“Fine, I get it. It’s not a big deal. I won’t use your card again,” Poppy said, her face dripping with annoyance.

Her attitude was so bad that I wanted to call her out on it.

However, Poppy was quick to cut me off. “Honestly, men around my dad’s age sure nag a lot.”

While talking, she started to touch up her makeup right in front of my face.

Her tone was utterly dismissive and annoyed.

“Poppy, I should point out that this is a professional workplace, not your home, so fix your attitude. Secondly, you’re right. I’m not your father. I have no obligation to spoil you.

“So here’s what’s going to happen. You will return the supplementary credit card to me.” I extended my arm.

Startled, Poppy smeared her lipstick past her lip line. She grimaced. “Jeez, Mr. Milton. You’re the worst. Look what you made me do! What are you going to do to compensate me?”

She flipped the switch, acting all pouty.

I said solemnly, “Hand over the credit card.”

“You’re seriously being so petty. The card isn’t on me right now. Can’t I just give it back to you later?”

Turning on her heel, she walked out. “Stop nagging me. I’ve never seen anyone so stingy.”

Even when she muttered under her breath, I caught every word she said.

Watching her receding figure, I could feel my blood pressure shooting through the roof.

This was what I got for being a nice guy.

Without hesitation, I dialed my private wealth manager, Chase, at the bank. Chase’s voice came through. “Mr. Milton, how may I assist you?”

“Freeze the supplementary credit card linked to my account.

“Do it right now,” I said.

Chase replied, “Yes, sir.”

With that out of the way, I called for an important meeting.

After the meeting wrapped up, Brandon, the VP, pulled me aside. “A word in private, Kai?”

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Brandon dragged me to his office.

“Just see for yourself.”

He handed his phone to me, open to a thread on our company’s employee message board.

An anonymous user dropped a bombshell post that was going viral among the staff.

The title read, “Seeking advice: My boss is harassing me into a relationship. What do I do?”

The post essentially read that she was a recent college graduate working as an executive assistant. Her boss had been trying every trick in the book to pressure her into sleeping with him. She needed the money, but she refused to compromise her integrity for a paycheck.

The comment section was flooded with replies.

“Are you kidding me? Who is the creep?”

“Give us his name! We’ll stand up for you!”

“Yeah, right…”

The responses were all anonymous.

As my expression turned grim, Brandon said, “Kai, doesn’t this sound a lot like you?”

Granted, several managers and C-suite executives had their own EAs.

However, I was the only one who hired a fresh graduate.

The implication was crystal clear.

Needless to say, the odds were high that Poppy was behind the post.

“I’ll get IT to scrub the thread immediately.”

“Just leave it. Run an audit to confirm who made the post.”

While saying this, I took a screenshot of the post.

Brandon glanced at me in confusion before responding, “Sure.”