The CEO's Cruel Ultimatum, My Rise

Blake POV:

Connor' s face on the screen flickered with recognition, then a wave of pure annoyance. He saw me, really saw me, and his first reaction wasn't concern for my burned hand, but irritation that I was part of the problem.

"Blake?" he said, his voice tight with impatience. He even had the gall to look confused. "What are you doing in the cafeteria? You're supposed to be in the dev wing."

He was treating me like a disobedient child who' d wandered out of her room.

"I could ask you the same question, Connor," I retorted, my voice dripping with an icy calm I didn't know I possessed. "What are you doing, publicly shaming your employees during an investor pitch?"

His eyes darted nervously off-screen, presumably towards the suits watching this corporate soap opera unfold. "This isn't the time or place. Just do as I say. Apologize to Jaden, and we can talk about this later."

Talk about this later. The four most dismissive words in the English language.

Jaden, sensing her power wavering, seized the opportunity. "Connor, darling, she's the one! She's been stirring up trouble all day! I think she organized this whole thing just to embarrass me!"

Connor' s gaze snapped back to the screen, his expression hardening as he looked at Jaden with a pained, protective look. "Jaden would never lie," he said, not to me, but to the phone, as if trying to reassure her. "She's the purest person I know. She doesn't have a malicious bone in her body."

He looked back at me, his voice pleading, but with an undercurrent of command. "Blake, just apologize. For me. Don't make this difficult in front of our guests."

For me. Not for the sake of justice, not because it was the right thing to do, but for him. To save his face.

A brittle, humorless smile touched my lips. The last embers of love and hope I' d been clinging to for him turned to ash.

"A pact is a promise, Connor," I said, my voice low and clear, cutting through the cafeteria's stunned silence. "You promised to lead with integrity. You promised to trust my judgment from the ground up."

I took a deliberate step closer to the phone Jaden was holding. "Our year isn't up. But the pact is over. And you, Connor Bishop, have failed the test."

Before he could process my words, before he could form another command or excuse, I reached out and ended the call, plunging the screen into darkness.

The silence that followed was absolute. Jaden stared at her blank phone, then at me, her mouth agape. The other employees looked like they had just witnessed a lightning strike.

I ignored them all. With steady hands, I pulled out my personal phone, the sleek, custom model my father had given me, a universe away from the standard-issue brick the company provided. I scrolled to a number saved under a single, powerful initial: 'D'.

It rang once.

"Dad," I said, my voice devoid of all emotion. "It's me."

A pause. Then, the warm, steady voice of David Shaw. "Blake. What's wrong?"

"There's a situation at Bishop Innovations," I stated flatly. "An unauthorized individual has been forging company access, disrupting operations, and assaulting employees."

I saw Jaden flinch out of the corner of my eye. Good.

"I need you to do two things for me," I continued, my gaze fixed on the blank wall ahead. "First, call Connor Bishop. Tell him he has ten minutes to get his ass to the main cafeteria. Not as a CEO, but as a defendant."

"Second," I took a breath, the words tasting like freedom and poison all at once. "Tell your assistant, Lena, to meet me here. And have her bring the partnership dissolution agreement. The one we prepared 'just in case'."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, the weight of my request hanging in the air. Then, my father's voice, solid as granite. "Ten minutes. It's done."

I hung up.

I turned my head slowly, my eyes finally landing on the man who had ordered me to apologize. The man I was supposed to marry. The man who had just betrayed me so completely. He was standing there, frozen, having just rushed in from the conference room, his face a mask of confusion and dawning horror.

I looked past him, to Jaden, who was now pale and trembling. And then I looked back at Connor.

"Oh," I added, my voice loud enough for him to hear across the cavernous room. "And Dad? Tell Lena to tell Mr. Bishop to come crawling."