My husband introduced me to his boss as “the nanny” to seem more important at the gala, but he didn’t know that I was the woman who had secretly saved the company… and I fired him in front of everyone.

Three months later, I was sitting in my new office as the official CEO of Zenith Group when my assistant told me Julian was at the front desk.

“He’s here to drop off a resume, claiming he has years of internal experience,” she said with a smirk.

“Tell him the night cleaning crew has an opening for a floor mopper, but otherwise, we aren’t hiring,” I replied before returning to my work.

I heard later that he threw a tantrum when he saw the minimum wage salary, shouting about his dignity even though he had none left. My lawyer called shortly after to tell me that Julian had signed the divorce papers without a fight because we had proof of his affair with an assistant.

One afternoon, Cynthia showed up at my office looking tired and worn down, far removed from the designer-clad woman she used to be.

“I’m not here for money, Sarah. I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry for how I treated you,” she said while looking at the floor.

“Why are you here now, Cynthia?” I asked.

“Because I finally realized that you weren’t the insignificant one; we were just too small to understand your value,” she admitted before leaving in silence.