Crown Stolen, Crown Reclaimed
My father's company lost a senior executive out of nowhere, so he called me back from overseas to steady things. He even set me up with the best office in the building and an antique ornament as a welcome gift.
I had barely started working when a man barged in. He slammed his bag onto my desk, knocking the ornament clean over.
Before I could react, he grabbed me by the collar, yanked me out of the chair, and dropped himself into the leather seat like he owned the place.
"I'm taking this office," he said, lounging back. "Show yourself out and shut the door."
My temper spiked. "This is my office. You need to leave."
He let out a cold, dismissive laugh.
"Your office? Please! Forget this office. The whole damn Neel Corporation is gonna belong to my girlfriend, Violet Neel. If you know what's good for you, get lost!"
I frowned.
Wasn't I the one set to take over? Who the hell was Violet supposed to be?
I pulled out my phone and called my father.
"Have you lost your mind, old man? You've got some secret daughter taking over the company now?"