บททั้งหมดของ The Goddess of Divorce Made Me His Boss: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Vanya POVI sat in my new corner office at Fredrick Construction, reviewing the employee files and client lists that Patricia Torres had prepared for me. It had been one week since I revealed myself as Bernard's boss, and I was ready to implement the next phase of my management strategy.The employee interviews had been incredibly revealing. Three different workers had told me about Bernard's habit of yelling at staff when projects went wrong. Two female employees had described inappropriate comments he made about their appearance. And almost everyone had mentioned that Bernard often took credit for their ideas while blaming them for his mistakes."Mr. Fredrick is waiting for his assignment meeting," Patricia announced from my office doorway."Send him in," I said, straightening the stack of project files on my desk.Bernard walked into my office wearing a wrinkled shirt and looking like he hadn't slept well. Good. The stress of working for his ex-wife was clearly taking its toll on

Bernard POVI sat in my truck during my lunch break, staring at my phone and trying to build up the courage to make the call that could either save my career or destroy it completely. After three weeks of working for Vanya, I was desperate enough to risk everything.The humiliation was eating me alive. Every morning, I had to report to my ex-wife like I was some entry-level employee. Every decision I wanted to make had to be approved by the woman I had once controlled completely. Every mistake I made was documented and used to reduce my salary even further.I couldn't take it anymore.I scrolled through my contacts until I found the number for Mike Harrison at Harrison Construction, one of Fredrick Construction's biggest competitors. Mike and I had been rivals for years, but we had always maintained a professional relationship. Maybe he would be interested in hearing about some business opportunities."Mike, it's Bernard Fredrick," I said when he answered. "I was wondering if we coul

Richmond POVI sat across from Vanya at the new sushi restaurant, watching her describe the latest developments with both her businesses, and I felt my heart swell with pride and love. She was absolutely radiant tonight, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she talked about the Fashion Week preparations and the construction company's new contracts."The Peterson warehouse project came in twenty percent under budget," Vanya was saying, using her chopsticks to gesture enthusiastically. "And the client was so impressed with our efficiency that they're recommending us to three other companies.""That's incredible," I said, though I already knew about the Peterson project's success from my daily reports. Watching her discover these victories firsthand was so much more satisfying than reading about them in business summaries."I never imagined I would enjoy running a construction company," Vanya continued. "But there's something really satisfying about turning around a failing business and

Tracy POVI was cleaning out Bernard's jacket pockets before taking his suits to the dry cleaner when I found the business card. Elena Westbrook, Executive Consultant, with a handwritten note on the back: "Looking forward to Friday evening - E."My hands started shaking as I stared at the elegant script. Friday evening? Bernard had told me he was working late on Friday. He had kissed my forehead and said he had an important client meeting that could change everything for us.But this wasn't a client. This was a woman named Elena who was looking forward to spending Friday evening with my husband.I sat down on our bed, still holding the business card, and tried to think of innocent explanations. Maybe Elena was a potential client for the construction company. Maybe the meeting really was about business, and the friendly note was just professional courtesy.But deep in my stomach, I knew better. I had been married to Bernard for only two months, but I had known him for over two years.

Bernard POVI sat in the elegant lobby of the Hyatt Hotel, adjusting my best suit and checking my watch nervously. Elena Westbrook had suggested we meet for lunch at the hotel's upscale restaurant, and I wanted to make the perfect first impression. This meeting could change everything for me.Elena had been the most intriguing of the three wealthy women I had researched. At forty-five, she was sophisticated, successful, and most importantly, recently widowed. Her late husband had left her a consulting empire worth over thirty million dollars, and according to my research, she was actively looking for new investment opportunities."Mr. Fredrick?" A woman approached me, and I immediately stood up. Elena Westbrook was even more impressive in person than in her professional photos. She was tall and elegant, with silver-blonde hair styled perfectly and wearing a cream-colored designer suit that probably cost more than I made in a month."Mrs. Westbrook," I said, extending my hand. "Thank