The CEO's Cruel Ultimatum, My Rise

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My fiancé, Connor, and I had a one-year pact. I'd work undercover as a junior developer in the company we co-founded, while he, the CEO, built our empire. The pact ended the day he ordered me to apologize to the woman who was systematically destroying my life. It happened during his most important investor pitch. He was on video call when he demanded I publicly humiliate myself for his "special guest," Jaden. This was after she'd already scalded my hand with hot coffee and faced zero consequences. He chose her. In front of everyone, he chose a manipulative bully over our company's integrity, our employees' dignity, and me, his fiancée. His eyes on the screen demanded my submission. "Apologize to Jaden. Now." I took a step forward, held up my burned hand for the camera, and made a call of my own. "Dad," I said, my voice dangerously quiet. "It's time to dissolve the partnership."

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Chapter 11

10-27 21:40

Chapter 1

My fiancé, Connor, and I had a one-year pact. I'd work undercover as a junior developer in the company we co-founded, while he, the CEO, built our empire.

The pact ended the day he ordered me to apologize to the woman who was systematically destroying my life.

It happened during his most important investor pitch. He was on video call when he demanded I publicly humiliate myself for his "special guest," Jaden. This was after she'd already scalded my hand with hot coffee and faced zero consequences.

He chose her. In front of everyone, he chose a manipulative bully over our company's integrity, our employees' dignity, and me, his fiancée.

His eyes on the screen demanded my submission.

"Apologize to Jaden. Now."

I took a step forward, held up my burned hand for the camera, and made a call of my own.

"Dad," I said, my voice dangerously quiet. "It's time to dissolve the partnership."

Chapter 1

Blake POV:

The one-year pact with my fiancé was simple: I'd work undercover at our company, and he'd build our empire. The pact ended the day he, our CEO, ordered me-a junior developer-to apologize to the woman who was systematically destroying my life, all while he was pitching to our most important investors.

That was the end. But the beginning of the end started on a Tuesday, my first day as a junior developer at Bishop Innovations.

I stood in the sleek, minimalist lobby, my worn backpack a stark contrast to the polished chrome and glass. I was waiting for HR to fetch me, just another anonymous new hire in the company I' d co-founded. The idea had been mine, a pact born from a genuine, if naive, desire to understand our corporate culture from the ground up.

"A year," I'd told Connor, my fiancé, the public face and CEO of our creation. "Let me be a ghost for one year. I want to know what our employees really think, what their days are really like. We can't build a healthy company from an ivory tower."

He' d laughed, kissed me, and agreed. "Anything for my brilliant, undercover co-founder."

The memory felt warm, a lifetime ago, even though it was only a few months.

A flurry of motion shattered the lobby's quiet Zen. The glass doors swung open with a dramatic whoosh, and a woman stormed in. She was a whirlwind of designer labels and palpable entitlement. Oversized sunglasses covered half her face, and her heels clicked an angry staccato on the marble floor.

She marched straight to the reception desk, slapping a platinum credit card down on the counter with a sharp crack that made the receptionist jump.

"A black Americano," she demanded, her voice dripping with disdain as if she couldn't believe she had to utter such a mundane request. "And tell Connor I'm here."

The receptionist, a young woman with wide, nervous eyes, stammered, "Ma'am, this is a corporate office, not a coffee shop. Mr. Bishop is in a meeting..."

The woman' s laugh was sharp and humorless. She slid her sunglasses down her nose, revealing eyes cold with contempt. "Do you know who I am?"

She didn't wait for an answer. She jabbed a perfectly manicured finger at her own face. "Jaden Juarez. Ring a bell? No? Fine. Just get me the coffee. Now. And don't you dare use that disgusting instant powder you keep in the breakroom. I want fresh grounds. Five minutes."

I stood perfectly still, a silent observer to the unfolding drama. My employee handbook, still warm from the printer, outlined a clear code of conduct: professionalism, respect, integrity. Jaden Juarez was violating all of it in her first thirty seconds.

I kept my expression neutral, my posture relaxed. My role was to observe, not to intervene.

"Ma'am, I'm not authorized to leave the desk, and our pantry..." the receptionist tried again, her voice trembling.

"Then find someone who is," Jaden snapped. She scanned the lobby, and her icy gaze landed on me. On my plain jeans, my simple sweater, my unremarkable backpack. She saw a nobody. A peon.

She stalked over to me, her expensive perfume a suffocating cloud. "You. You work here?"

I met her gaze calmly. "Yes. I'm new."

"Perfect," she said, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "Then you haven't learned how to be useless yet. Go get my coffee. Black Americano. Fresh grounds. You have four minutes now."

My first instinct was a hot surge of anger. I was the co-founder of this company. My name was on the secret incorporation documents locked away in my father' s safe. But my public identity was Blake Steele, junior developer. And a junior developer did not talk back to the CEO's... guest.

So I took a breath. "Of course," I said, my voice even and polite. "I'll see what I can do."

My politeness seemed to infuriate her more than defiance would have. Her eyes narrowed. "What you'll do is get my coffee. Don't look at me with that placid cow face. Just nod and go."

She was so close I could see the tiny pores in her makeup. She was trying to intimidate me, to assert her dominance in this space she clearly felt she owned.

"Who even hires the people in this department?" she muttered, loud enough for the entire lobby to hear. She glanced down at my sensible, comfortable shoes and then pointedly at her own sky-high Louboutins. "The standards are clearly slipping."

She leaned in closer, her voice a venomous whisper. "When you bring it back, you will address me as Ms. Juarez. Got it?"

Before I could respond, a man rushed out from the hallway, his face pale with panic. It was Mark, the head of the development department. My new boss.

"Ms. Juarez! I'm so sorry for the delay," he said, practically bowing. "We didn't realize you'd be here so soon."

He shot a terrified look at me. "I apologize for my new hire. She doesn't know the rules yet."

Jaden waved a dismissive hand, not even bothering to look at him. "Just make sure she learns them. Fast."

She pushed past him and disappeared down the corridor leading to Connor's executive suite.

Mark let out a long, shaky breath and turned to me, his expression a mixture of pity and fear. "Listen, Blake. That's Jaden Juarez. She's... special."

"Special how?" I asked, though I had a sinking feeling I already knew.

"She's Connor's guest. His permanent guest," he said, lowering his voice. "She saved his sister's life years ago. Bone marrow donation. Connor feels he owes her everything. So, she gets whatever she wants. She can make or break careers here with a single complaint. Just... stay out of her way. Apologize, do what she says, and keep your head down."

I nodded, my mind racing. Jaden Juarez. The "savior." Connor had told me about her, of course. But he' d described a hero, a selfless woman. Not this cruel, narcissistic creature. And he' d certainly never mentioned she had a free pass to terrorize our employees.

A cold knot of unease formed in my stomach. The founding documents, the real ones, listed two co-founders: Connor Bishop and Blake Shaw. Not Steele. Shaw. As in David Shaw, the titan of Silicon Valley. My father.

Connor knew Jaden wasn't the "lady of the house" she pretended to be. I was. This was my company as much as his.

Why was he allowing this?

I pushed the question down. I was here to observe. This was just my first test. A test of the company culture, and a test of Connor's leadership.

Fine. Let's see how he leads.

And let's see just how far Ms. Juarez is willing to push.