The Assistant Who Toppled the Socialite Queen

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My brother Liam, always looking out for me, took a side gig at a Hamptons party to help with my college tuition. Now, he's just a footnote in some socialite's messy life. They called it an accidental drowning. Brittany, the hostess, shoved him. Her rich family swept it under the rug with their money. I stood in our crummy apartment, his work boots mocking me. It wasn't sadness I felt, but a cold, hard rage. He deserved justice. I researched Brittany: spoiled, cruel, and obsessed with Chad, a tech guru in Silicon Valley. He was her ultimate prize, her weakness. The news stories about Liam were sanitized garbage; Brittany's name barely mentioned. The injustice burned me. Then, Innovatech, Chad's company, was hiring. An executive assistant position. A long shot, but Brittany living her life consequence-free fueled me. I packed a bag, leaving Philly behind. I landed the job. Executive Assistant to Chad, CEO. Now, Brittany's constant presence, her manipulations, was clear. She found fault with everything I did. Criticized me through Chad, workplace bullying 101. I took it, silently, waiting. Then, the slap. "He's mine," she hissed. Everything suddenly escalated. When Brittany tried to humiliate me, Chad finally saw her for what she was. But Brittany was not one to go quietly. She wanted Chad so bad. When I decided to get my revenge, I knew that, in turn I am playing with fire. What I did not know was that getting revenge would have me find the real cause of my brother's death and some unexpected helpers on the revenge journey.

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Chapter 13 13

05-23 17:05

Chapter 1 1

Brittany, the hostess, shoved him. Her rich family swept it under the rug with their money. I stood in our crummy apartment, his work boots mocking me. It wasn't sadness I felt, but a cold, hard rage. He deserved justice.

I researched Brittany: spoiled, cruel, and obsessed with Chad, a tech guru in Silicon Valley. He was her ultimate prize, her weakness. The news stories about Liam were sanitized garbage; Brittany's name barely mentioned. The injustice burned me.

Then, Innovatech, Chad's company, was hiring. An executive assistant position. A long shot, but Brittany living her life consequence-free fueled me. I packed a bag, leaving Philly behind.

I landed the job. Executive Assistant to Chad, CEO.

Now, Brittany's constant presence, her manipulations, was clear. She found fault with everything I did. Criticized me through Chad, workplace bullying 101. I took it, silently, waiting.

Then, the slap. "He's mine," she hissed. Everything suddenly escalated. When Brittany tried to humiliate me, Chad finally saw her for what she was.

But Brittany was not one to go quietly. She wanted Chad so bad. When I decided to get my revenge, I knew that, in turn I am playing with fire.

What I did not know was that getting revenge would have me find the real cause of my brother's death and some unexpected helpers on the revenge journey.

The Hamptons air, usually crisp with salt and money, felt thick, suffocating Ava.

Liam, her brother, her rock, was dead.

He'd been working a side gig at one of those lavish parties.

Extra cash for her college tuition, he'd said, always looking out for her.

Now, he was a line in a socialite's messy narrative.

Brittany. The name tasted like ash in Ava's mouth.

Witnesses, hushed and bought, spoke of a drunken argument. Brittany, in a fit of pique over a spilled drink on her expensive dress, had shoved Liam. He'd stumbled, hit his head, and fallen into the pool.

The official story? Accidental drowning.

Brittany's powerful East Coast family had seen to that. Their money washed away uncomfortable truths like the tide.

Ava stood in their small Philadelphia apartment, Liam's worn work boots by the door. Grief was a cold, hard knot in her chest. It wasn't just sadness; it was a burning rage.

Justice. Liam deserved it. Brittany would pay.

Ava spent weeks in a daze, then a cold clarity settled in.

She researched Brittany. Lavish lifestyle, impulsive, cruel. And obsessed with one man: Chad, a tech CEO in Silicon Valley.

Brittany saw Chad as her ultimate prize.

He was Brittany's weakness. Ava's way in.

The newspaper clippings about Liam's "accident" were sparse, sanitized. Brittany's name was barely a footnote, protected.

Ava learned Chad's company, "Innovatech," was hiring. An executive assistant position.

It was a long shot, a desperate leap. But the thought of Brittany living her life, consequence-free, fueled Ava.

She packed a single bag, leaving behind the life Liam had worked so hard to help her build.

Philadelphia's familiar streets faded behind her; California's uncertainty lay ahead.

Silicon Valley was a different world. Sleek, fast, impersonal.

Ava polished her resume, practiced her interview answers. She highlighted her organizational skills, her quick learning, her discretion.

She poured over Innovatech's public records, Chad's interviews. She learned his preferences, his work style, the company culture.

Luck played a part. The previous EA had quit abruptly.

Ava, calm and prepared, aced the interview. Mr. Thompson, a senior executive, conducted the final round. He was older, sharp, with eyes that seemed to see more than he let on. He asked pointed questions, testing her resolve.

She got the job. Executive Assistant to Chad, CEO. Step one.

The first few weeks were a blur of meetings, schedules, and Chad's relentless pace.

He was charismatic, a golden boy of tech, but emotionally reserved. Used to admiration, used to getting his way.

Ava was efficient, almost invisible. She anticipated his needs, solved problems before he knew they existed.

One late evening, a crucial investor presentation was hours away, and the main server crashed. Panic rippled through the executive floor.

Chad was visibly stressed, pacing, his usual charm frayed.

Ava stayed calm. She liaised with the tech team, ordered food for everyone working late, and found a backup system they'd overlooked.

She handed Chad a concise update and a bottle of cold water. "The presentation files are secure on the backup, Mr. Henderson. The team estimates full recovery in an hour."

He looked at her, a flicker of surprise, then relief. "Good work, Ava."

It wasn't a drunken stupor, but it was a moment of vulnerability, and she'd met the challenge.

Ava knew Brittany was a constant presence in Chad's life, even from afar.

A few days later, Chad was planning a quick weekend trip to New York, presumably to see Brittany.

A "critical" software glitch "emerged" late Friday, one Ava "discovered" and flagged with utmost urgency. It required Chad's immediate, in-person oversight at the main data center.

The New York trip was off.

Ava, feigning concern, helped him rearrange everything. "I'm so sorry this came up, Mr. Henderson. I know you had plans."

She imagined Brittany's fury. A small, cold satisfaction touched her.

She also made a subtle post on her own professional social media account, praising Innovatech's dedicated team for working through the weekend to resolve a critical issue, tagging the company. It implied Chad's deep involvement.

The following Monday, Chad was on a tense call. Ava, organizing files nearby, couldn't help but overhear snippets.

Brittany's voice, though muffled, was sharp, demanding. Why wasn't he there? Was work more important?

Chad's replies were clipped. "Brittany, it was unavoidable. A company crisis."

Ava saw his jaw tighten. Brittany's possessiveness was clear. She was the type who needed constant reassurance, constant focus.

This was good. This was exactly what Ava needed.

When Chad hung up, he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Ava approached his desk with a printout. "Sir, the revised itinerary for your Tokyo trip next month."

He barely glanced at it. "Thanks, Ava." He looked tired.

She didn't offer personal comfort, just professional efficiency. No wet towel, but a steady, reliable presence in the storm of his work life. Her support was a tool.

He seemed to appreciate her lack of drama.

Later that week, Chad mentioned casually, "Brittany's flying in tomorrow. For a few days."

Ava kept her expression neutral. "I see. I'll ensure your schedule is clear for any personal commitments, sir."

"She can be... a lot," Chad said, almost to himself, then seemed to regret the comment.

Ava simply nodded, as if it were the most normal thing. "I understand, sir. Different people have different energies."

She presented herself as merely an assistant, dedicated to her duties, untroubled by his personal life, making him feel he could be frank without judgment, or that his complaints about Brittany were just normal relationship stresses.

Brittany arrived at Innovatech like a whirlwind.

Dressed in designer clothes that screamed money, she swept past the reception, heading straight for Chad's office, her heels clicking an imperious rhythm on the polished floor.

Ava was at her desk, just outside Chad's glass-walled office. She saw Brittany enter without knocking.

"Chad, darling!" Her voice was bright, possessive.

Ava lowered her gaze to her monitor, appearing engrossed in her work.

She heard raised voices a few minutes later. Muffled, but the tension was palpable.

Brittany's sharp, accusing tones. Chad's attempts to placate her.

Ava kept typing, a silent observer to the drama unfolding. She was not hiding in a bathroom, but she was perfectly positioned to witness the cracks.

Brittany's presence was a disruption, a stark contrast to the focused energy of Innovatech.

This was Brittany's domain, asserting her claim.

And Ava was already inside the gates. The game had begun.