His Secretary Mocked Me as Illiterate,Then I Bankrupted His Entire EmpireChapter 1
My fiancé's foreign-educated assistant used French to humiliate me in front of every shareholder at the board meeting, calling me an illiterate waste.
"Someone like Olive Henson, who crawled out of some backwater public high school—if it weren't for me, a summa cum laude graduate from abroad, propping her up, this company would've been dead in the water ages ago."
"Instead of calling her 'Ms. Henson,' we should just call her what she is—an illiterate mutt. God knows what kind of dumb luck she stumbled into. Someone as accomplished as me, working under her? It's a joke."
The shareholders exchanged glances, and after a moment, a few of them nodded along. They seemed to agree she had a point.
"See? We're insulting her in French right to her face, and she can't even understand. Ha!"
I was sitting right next to him. The rage hit me like a wall of heat, and before I could think twice, I grabbed my coffee and hurled it straight into Beulah Finch's face.
"Who says I don't understand French? You're the illiterate one."
……
Silence.
The boardroom froze. Every shareholder's eyes went wide, disbelief written across their faces as they turned to stare at me.
"Ms. Henson, you... you understand French?"
"That's impossible. She probably just caught a word or two by accident."
"She never even went to college. A public high school graduate from the sticks. She can barely speak English—how could she possibly know French?"
Fourteen pairs of eyes bore into me, skeptical, probing. I picked up a napkin, wiped my hands clean, and dropped it at the feet of Beulah, who stood there looking like she'd been slapped.
"Has it ever occurred to any of you that I might be hiding who I really am on purpose?"
The words barely left my mouth before Beulah's face twisted with humiliation and fury. She snatched the ashtray off the table and hurled it at me.
I dodged. The ashtray sailed past and shattered against a potted plant.
"Hiding who you really are?" She spat. "Give me a break."
"I dug up everything there is to know about you a long time ago."
"Olive Henson. A nobody from the backwoods. Parents dead. Got lucky with some sweepstakes money, took that little windfall and decided to play investor. And somehow—by some miracle of dumb luck—you actually grew it into something."