Managing My Enemy's Big Day
Today is a painfully, outrageously stupid day.
My boss is the CEO of the biggest manufacturing company in the world. He was my late father’s best friend, and honestly, he’s like a second father to me.
And today? His son is getting married.
That stupid playboy, flirting bastard, absolute fake... honestly, I can’t even list all the bad traits he has without getting dragged down. But above all, he is my number-one enemy. Since childhood, the two of us have never gotten along. Not even once.
My boss has always given me full authority to handle everything, from high-level office business to personal family matters. And just like always, today’s wedding planning falls entirely on my shoulders: venue selection, food, decorations, the guest list, and card distribution—all of it is on me. All the pressure is mine to bear.
Meanwhile, that dumb, fake excuse of a son does nothing except party, sleep around, and wander from place to place. He brings a girl home, gets engaged, and breaks it off the very next day. I’ve lost count, but it’s easily been 100 or 200 girls in just the last year alone. This is the very first time a girl has actually made it all the way to the wedding day.
That poor girl’s life is surely going to turn into absolute hell in no time. Though, part of me really hopes she makes his life a living hell instead—just like he’s done to me all these years.
Oh, whatever. I haven’t even introduced myself yet.
My name is Julie Henderson, daughter of Will Henderson. Unfortunately, my dad passed away a long time ago when I was only ten years old, leaving behind just me and my mom, Jean. Uncle—well, my boss—helped us through so much after that. Even though I originally wanted to work at a different company just to stay far away from his stupid son, my boss refused to let me leave.
Suddenly, I hear— “Dad! Dad, I want the front style to look different! Tell the wedding planner to change it. It’s my wedding, and everything should look grand! Tell your manager to fix it perfectly right now!”
See? This is exactly why I wanted to work somewhere else.
It was all because of this stupid child of his. If I had the power, I’d throw him into a freezing lake and toast him over a fire until his dumb body and head were completely roasted. But since I was the manager, I had to be professional—and give him a quick reality check.
I walked over to him, keeping my tone perfectly polite. “Hello, sir. Is there a problem?”
My boss immediately cut in. “Julie, why are you calling him ‘sir’? Just call him by his name.”
“No, boss—I mean, Uncle,” I said smoothly. “He is Sir. A stupid Sir.”
The son glared at his father. “Dad!”
I turned back to him, raising an eyebrow. “This decoration was chosen and prepared by the most famous wedding planner in the city, Sir. If you don’t like it, you’re free to redock and redesign it yourself. But considering the wedding is today and guests are already arriving, no one is going to tear everything down and start over from scratch.”
He looked at me furiously, raising a finger as if he were about to poke my eye out. I just stood my ground, glaring right back at him without flinching.
“You just wait,” he hissed at me, his eyes dark with annoyance. “Wait until I take over as CEO. I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.”
I didn’t back down for a second. “First, try taking care of your soon-to-be wife before you start worrying about becoming CEO.”
Uncle let out a short laugh and patted my shoulder. “You said it right, my daughter. Come on, let’s go greet the guests. We shouldn’t waste our time talking to a brainless man.”
“Dad!” he fumed behind us, his face twisting in frustration as we turned our backs on him.
We completely ignored him and went to check on the rest of the venue setup. Since this was my boss’s son’s wedding, there were countless high-profile guests, catering staff, and logistics to coordinate. It was a massive headache, but I can proudly say I’m pretty good at managing events. (Okay, maybe I’m praising myself a bit too much, but honestly, Uncle is the main reason I know how to handle everything so well—he personally taught me every single detail.)
With all the guests assembled, I went to check on the bride. She looked visibly tense.
“You’re ready, right?” I asked softly.
She gave a small nod.
“Great. Please come out in ten minutes—everything is completely set up.” She nodded again, and I stepped out to double-check the remaining arrangements.
Ten minutes passed... but the bride didn’t come out.
The guests were starting to whisper, and everyone was waiting. Growing suspicious, I walked back to the bridal suite and knocked. No response. I opened the door—and the room was completely empty. Her mom, dad, relatives... no one was there.
However, a folded piece of paper caught my eye on the vanity table. I picked up the note and read the handwriting:
Sun,
I’m so sorry. I really thought we would be happy after getting married and that you would stop seeing other women. But today is our wedding day, and you’re still calling your ex-girlfriends, talking to them, and smiling at them. I overheard you when I passed by your groom suite.
I thought I could change you, but now I realize I can’t. You haven’t changed at all over the years, and we’ve only been together for two months. How could I ever expect to change you now? It’s better if I just leave.
The wedding is off.
