The Undercover Billionaire Beside Me

If you are poor, do not expect to be treated with dignity. That is the bitter truth I have carried with me for a long time.My name is Daisy Maybelle. Growing up in an orphanage forged me into a resilient woman, a strength that eventually helped me graduate and secure a position as a priority hire at Nova Core Inc. However, that status has proven to be a boomerang, circling back to strike me down."Get this done, now! And stop being so spoiled!"Vanesha flung a stack of documents directly at my face. The papers scattered like wounded birds, and with them, my pride fell to the floor."But... this isn't part of my main task," I protested softly, my voice barely a thread."Are you actually picking and choose your assignments now?" Vanesha, a blonde with piercing blue eyes, barked fiercely. "You are lucky enough just to have a desk in this building! You aren’t some prestigious overseas graduate, so stop making excuses. Just get it done!"I could only bow my head, swallowing the thick dreg

The board of directors' meeting that afternoon went off without a hitch. The presentation I had put together was highly schematic, featuring clear and easy-to-understand strategic steps. Every brilliant idea was perfectly captured in the proposal I had worked myself to death on.However, of course, no one in that room knew that I was the mastermind behind it all.Vanesha stood there with pride, reaping all the praise and admiration from the company’s top executives as if they were her own thoughts. Meanwhile, I could only sit quietly in my cubicle, forced to work late into the night. My own work had been neglected all day because I had to clean up the mess that woman had made."You're not allowed to go home until all your tasks are finished!" Vanesha snapped the moment she stepped out of the conference room.One by one, the office staff headed home. No one greeted me, not even with a simple word of encouragement. It was as if they were only focused on their own business, leaving me al

This is the fate of a subordinate. While senior staff relax and draw a salary for doing nothing, I am the one stuck doing all their work. Morning hasn't even turned into afternoon, yet tasks are already piling up on my shoulders. This time, I’ve even been turned into a courier—the difference being that real couriers get paid, while I do not.I had to deliver important documents to Mr. Marcus, my Area Manager, who was supposedly in a meeting at Marketing Division Office Two. The building is located next door and is much quieter. It was exhausting to go down from the fifth floor and walk a considerable distance just to go up to the fourth floor in the opposite building. However, once I arrived, he wasn't there.“Mr. Marcus isn't here. He’s at the east warehouse checking inventory,” snapped a man claiming to be Mr. Marcus’s assistant. “He said those documents must be brought there immediately!”I had no choice. Like it or not, I had to hand them over before Vanesha found a new reason to

In the midst of a never-ending mountain of paperwork, a shadow suddenly fell across my desk. I looked up to find Dominic standing there. I still couldn’t fathom what stroke of luck had brought such a kind-hearted man to my division, though he looked just as burdened as I was, judging by the thick stack of documents in his arms."How about we grab some lunch first?" he asked. His voice was gentle, laced with a sincere concern that made me feel seen, even as I felt myself withering away behind the computer screen.I let out a heavy sigh, gesturing toward the chaos on my desk. "But look at all this! And you—isn't your own pile reaching the ceiling?" I glanced at the heavy folders he was clutching.Dominic offered a faint smirk—that playful, boyish grin that suggested office work was a cycle specifically designed to never be finished. "Does skipping lunch magically exempt us from working overtime tonight?" he asked rhetorically.I let out a soft chuckle. "Point taken. You’re right.""Then

Suddenly, a man dressed in an impeccable suit with a very "expensive" aura approached our table. I was momentarily stunned, but my confusion reached its peak when the man suddenly greeted Dominic as "Boss."Did I hear that right? Why would someone that sophisticated call Dominic that?Before I could even process the situation, Dominic’s eyes snapped toward the man, glaring at him with a sharp intensity. He stood up abruptly and grabbed the stranger’s hand, shaking it with incredibly stiff movements."Boss Kevin!" Dominic exclaimed suddenly, his voice laced with a hint of panic."I’m sorry, Boss Kevin, I’m still on my lunch break. I’ll deliver your documents immediately after! Please... don’t fire me!" Dominic said, his pleading tone sounding... a bit excessive?The man called Kevin glanced at me for a moment, then looked back at Dominic. He let out a strange, awkward smile, looking as if he himself was confused about how to react."Ahem! Dominic! Do you even intend to work? Do you thi