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.