My Ex-Wife's Hidden Identity

remained firm in her decision. Unlike her brothers, who had been groomed from childhood to take over the company, Rita wanted to carve her own path.

d refused any special treatment from her father, insisting that if she was to learn how the company truly operated,

their days. Rita took a deep breath, adjusting to the unfamiliar environment. Employees bustled around, typing furiously, answering phones,

woman with glasses and a friendly smile. "I'm Linda. Welcome to the administration department. M

ce to meet you,

me, but she said nothing. It was clear that the employees

ta a once-over before handing her a stack of papers. "Your first task is organizing

ffee runs, and answering calls. By the end of her shift, she was exhausted, but a sense of sat

han, and Lucas, were less than pleas

e really think working as a secretary is going

y quit within a week. She's nev

ays underestimated Rita, but a part of him w

about company policies, and observed how decisions made at the top trickled down to the lower levels. She wa

d do it on h

a high-ranking position and instead chose to start at the bottom as a secretary. She wanted to earn her way up, to u

't go as smoothly as

l of skepticism, but she never expected to become the target of outright hostility. Many of her colleagues, especially t

easy promotion. Some accused her of using her charm to win favor with executives, while others saw her as a sp

ng her work to avoid giving anyone an opportunity to discredit her. But the more she excelled, the more

ous for her sharp tongue and icy demeanor, had taken a particular disliking to her. Seeing Rita as a threat, she devi

reports when Mrs. Collins approached her de

ng her a steaming cup. "It's just how he likes it. Since you're eager

efore, but refusing might make her look uncooperative. She nodded

of documents. Carefully, she set the cup on his desk. Just as she turne

deep voice thundered

back, confu

g to test my patience? You expect me to drink this? I ha

trusting Mrs. Collins' words. "I... I was asked to bring it to you, sir," s

ing," he snapped. "I have no tolerance for incompetence.

n the humiliation. Heat rose to her cheeks, but she forced herself to remain c

sir. It won't

moment before grunting. "See