Chapter 2

The next morning, I was woken up by a barrage of phone calls.

Abby from the front desk and several project managers were calling me one after another.

I picked up Abby’s call.

"Summer, oh my god, it's a disaster! Ethan is throwing a massive tantrum in his office!"

"What happened?" I asked calmly.

"The core blueprints for the Star Bay Plaza project won't open! The server says the files are locked!"

I let out a cold laugh.

Of course they were locked. Those designs were my blood, sweat, and tears. Why should I let them take the credit?

"Oh. Tell him to figure it out himself."

"But the pitch meeting with the client is this afternoon! Ethan is literally throwing chairs!"

I hung up.

Less than five minutes later, my doorbell was buzzed violently.

I checked the security camera. It was Ethan.

His eyes were bloodshot, his tie was loose, and he looked completely disheveled.

I opened the door but blocked the entrance, keeping him out.

"Summer, unlock the server files right now!" he roared at me.

"Those are my designs. Why should I?"

"Stop being so incredibly petty! Think about the company's profits!"

"Your profits have nothing to do with me anymore," I said, looking at him with dead eyes.

Ethan took a deep breath, trying to force down his rage.

"If you unlock the files, I'll overlook what happened last night."

"I'll change the passcode back immediately, and I'll make Chloe pack her things today."

"The wedding is still on. We'll get married next month as planned."

He spoke in a high-and-mighty, patronizing tone.

As if marrying me was some grand act of charity.

I laughed out loud.

"Ethan, do you honestly think I can't survive without you?"

"What is that supposed to mean?" He froze.

"Not only am I keeping those files locked, but I'm also going to the Star Bay pitch meeting myself this afternoon."

Ethan’s face went completely pale.

"Are you insane? We've been preparing for this project for six months!"

"No," I corrected him. "I prepared for this project for six months. Alone."

"Get away from my door, or I'm calling the cops for harassment."

I slammed the door right in his face.

From outside, I could hear him kicking the door in frustration.

Ignoring him, I walked over to my closet and picked out my sharpest, most powerful black power suit.

I put on a bold, aggressive red lipstick.

Today, I was going to take back everything that belonged to me.