Used My Holiday to Tear Down the So-Called Queen

That was when I finally understood why Eileen was gunning for me.

I had cracked the most difficult clients she'd assigned me, and the contracts were scheduled to be signed next week.

There was no way she could just stand by and watch my performance skyrocket when she hated me this much.

After she made that demand, silence fell over the meeting room.

My colleagues exchanged glances. They all knew that she was targeting me, but no one dared say a single word, terrified of becoming her next target.

I couldn't help but let out a sharp, cold laugh. "And what if I refuse to hand them over?"

Her voice hardened. "In that case, you're refusing a work assignment. That's a violation of company policy."

She looked totally confident, as if certain that I would cave and comply when faced with such serious consequences.

But it was too bad that she was wrong. Even as a corporate slave, I was stubborn.

With a screech, I shoved my chair back, its legs scraping across the floor. The sound of the chair base against the floor tiles was harsh and unpleasant, which made several colleagues frown.

Eileen looked furious. "How dare you—"

I stood and didn't hesitate to cut her off. "In that case, fire me. I don't want this job anymore anyway."

With that, I walked straight out of the meeting room, leaving her exploding with rage behind me. Her voice was cold as she yelled, "Blaire!"

As the heavy door shut, my ears finally had a moment of peace.

I knew Eileen was just trying to intimidate me, and that most of my colleagues were on her side.

Leading the pack was Rachel Baker, the first person who'd jumped in to lecture me during that morning meeting. I remembered her because she was Eileen's number-one lackey.

Just to suck up to Eileen, she'd bought half the fresh produce from Eileen's cousin's farm and led the charge in taking digs at me.

Earlier that day, I'd received a call from a client. They told me that the partnership we'd negotiated was temporarily off, and no matter how hard I tried to save it, it was to no avail.

The second I hung up, Rachel started throwing her snide remarks.

"Some people just can't drop that spoiled-princess attitude and expect the whole team to coddle them.

"Now, look. The client's gone, and she's probably losing her job next."

I sharply looked up and stared her down. "How do you know my client backed out?"

Rachel panicked and guiltily darted her eyes away. "Didn't you just say it yourself? I heard you."

When I was talking to the client earlier, I'd kept my voice down the entire time. She was far away, so there was no way she could have heard me.

Suddenly, I remembered the smug, mocking look Eileen had shot me when I walked in this morning and immediately realized what was happening.

Without saying a single word, I lunged at Rachel and knocked her onto the floor. Then, I grabbed her phone and unlocked it using facial recognition.

While she screamed and cursed at me for invading her privacy, I pulled up her chat logs with Eileen and saw the screenshot Eileen had sent her. It had the profile picture of the client I'd spent weeks winning over.

Eileen had promised the client a 2% discount if they moved the deal to her, and since no one would say no to free money, the client agreed.

I gritted my teeth in hatred.

Meanwhile, Rachel was still cursing, saying that because I'd raised my hand against her, she and Eileen were going to make sure I paid for it.

She even raised her hand, ready to slap me, but I slapped her back and laughed coldly as she fell back onto the floor.

"Don't worry. I'm going to deal with both of you first."

I printed out copies of the screenshot along with Eileen's previous 16 commandments and hit the elevator call button. When I arrived at the top floor, I walked straight into the meeting room.

The CEO's assistant froze as I reached out to open the door. "Blaire, there's a meeting going on—"

But I walked in anyway.

The room of executives fell silent at my sudden intrusion. They frowned, and Eileen's expression darkened as she immediately tried to lecture me.

"We're in a meeting, Blaire, so how dare you just burst in here. Do you have zero common sense?"

Chuckling, I took out the printed screenshots and threw them in her face. The white papers fluttered all over the entire meeting room.

Eileen's eyes went wide when she saw the screenshots.

As she shot to her feet, I folded my arms and sarcastically asked, "So, Ms. Shaffer, is intentionally undercutting your team to steal their clients part of your common sense?"

I'd printed enough copies to make sure that every executive, not just Eileen, could see the screenshots.

The leaders from other teams looked at the screenshots and clicked their tongues. "Ms. Shaffer, are you even stealing clients from your employee now?"