Chapter 1 - unveiling
Monica stood with her face to the ground, listening to the harsh words spilling from her boss’s mouth. If only she hadn't allowed pride and anger to consume her soul, then maybe she would be on a yacht living the good life, sipping champagne with her mother, stepfather, and perhaps his son, whom she had never seen before.
But no, she had decided to live her life as a hardworking and independent woman in honour of her deceased father, and now look at what it's gotten her: nothing but insults and poverty.
Sighing, she barely registered the next tirade of abuse.
"Are you even listening to me? You can't do anything right; you always make mistakes! You good-for-nothing idiot! Now, you’ve made us lose a business deal," her boss, Mrs. Veronica Turner, screamed, flinging a stack of papers at her.
Mrs. Turner was a middle-aged woman whose face bore the unmistakable signs of numerous cosmetic surgeries. Her skin was stretched taut, giving her a perpetually surprised expression, and her lips were overly plump from repeated filler injections. Her eyes, framed by heavily lashed lids, were cold and unforgiving as they bore down on Monica.
As she endured the onslaught, Monica couldn't help but wonder if the reason for Veronica Turner’s company, Turner Enterprises, almost going bankrupt was due to her boss's obsession with cosmetic procedures. The insane amounts spent on maintaining her appearance might have been better invested in the business, potentially saving it from its current financial downfall.
Monica bent down slowly, picking up the scattered documents. She tried to explain that it wasn't her fault they lost the deal but was her boss’s fault for not signing the contract on time, as she had left the contract paperwork on her boss’s desk for days, and every time she came back to check on it, it was still unsigned.
Gathering her courage, Monica met her boss’s eyes. "It wasn't my fault. I left the papers on your desk," she said quietly. Her boss glared at her with hatred at her audacity.
"How dare you blame me, you pathetic fool? I'm going to deduct your salary as punishment."
Hearing this, Monica quickly bowed her head in respect. "Please, don't," Monica begged, knowing she had two mouths to feed now and that her house rent was due, but her boss turned a deaf ear to her pleas.
"It serves her right."
Monica began to hear the mocking laughter of her colleagues echoing around her, adding to her humiliation, although she wasn't surprised they were all ass kissers.
"Take those documents back to my office." Her boss instructed her sharply and obediently. Monica walked to her boss's office, her face burning with shame.
As she dropped the files on the desk, a notification beep from her boss’s phone caught her attention. Something within her, a spark of curiosity, made her glance at the screen.
Her eyes widened in shock as she read the message: "Baby, thanks for last night. It was wonderful and unforgettable." The sender's number was one she had memorised in case of emergencies. It was her boyfriend's number, Shawn.
Her mind raced, trying to convince herself that she must be mistaken, and she shook her head, trying to dispel the disbelief.
Just as she was about to leave the office, another beep came almost immediately, and it made her turn back. She glanced at the phone again, unable to resist. The new message read, "I will be waiting for you tonight in your office. I can't wait to spread your legs on that table of yours."
Monica's breath caught in her throat, and she immediately placed her hand over her mouth, stifling a gasp. The betrayal was unexpected and made her feel dizzy, like her whole world had been a lie and was ending, with the reality of her boss’s cruelty and her boyfriend’s infidelity crashing down on her all at once.
Monica rushed out of the office, trying to stop herself from screaming or tearing down the building, and headed straight to the restroom, her breathing shallow and erratic.
Once inside, she splashed cold water on her face, trying to wake herself from what felt like a nightmare. She looked into the mirror, her amber eyes a portrait of disbelief and pain, and she ran a hand through her hair as her thoughts raced back to all the sacrifices she had made for her boyfriend, Shawn.
She had used all her savings to keep them afloat, especially during the tough times when he had lost his job and had packed into her house because he couldn't meet up on his rent. And now, after putting food in his mouth, he had betrayed her with the very person who made her life a living hell, her devil boss.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She had cried enough for all the years she had worked like a slave and wondered why her boss chose to hate her out of everyone, and now she sees the reason why.
Staring at her reflection, a wicked plan began to form in her head, and for the first time in her life, she welcomed wicked thoughts. She knew what she had to do. First, she would make sure to catch them in the act, gather undeniable evidence, and plan successful revenge. After making a scene of the century, she would use her last savings and run very far away from all the pain and betrayal.
Monica returned to her desk and saw her boss emerging from the office, holding her phone lovingly against her chest. "Everyone, you can go home early today. You're dismissed," her boss announced with a smirk that sent chills down Monica's spine.
Monica’s heart clenched with anger as she understood the true reason behind the early dismissal. Her boss then added, "Before you leave, give Monica all your files and workload. It's her additional punishment. Make sure you finish everything by tomorrow," she directed at Monica with cruel satisfaction.
One of her colleagues, Sarah, wasted no time and dropped a heavy stack of files on Monica's desk, leaning in with a mocking whisper, "Good luck with that, Monica.
"You’ll need it." Another colleague, Jim, chuckled, dropping another heavy load of files. "I hope you don't mess it up like you did with the last project."
Monica clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, as she forced a calm expression."Don't worry about me. I'll get it done," she replied, plastering on a fake smile despite the storm raging inside her. Her boss watched her with a smug look and a raised eyebrow. "Make sure you do, Monica. I’d hate to have to reprimand you further."
As the office cleared out, Monica pretended to pack her belongings.
"Oh, and Monica," her boss called out just as she was about to leave. "Remember, failure isn't an option. Not if you want to keep this job." Monica forced a smile, her voice dripping with false politeness. "Understood, Mrs. Turner."
Once the office was empty, Monica slipped out and headed to a nearby café. She hid there, watching the office from a distance. Her heart pounded as she waited, steeling herself for the moment her suspicions would be confirmed.
As dusk settled, she thought that maybe just maybe she had been mistaken and maybe she had seen wrong, but then, just as she stood up to leave, she saw her boyfriend approaching the building.
She clenched her fists tighter, anger and betrayal bubbling within her. She followed him from a safe distance, slipping back into the office behind him.
From her hiding spot, she heard hushed, intimate whispers. Mrs. Turner's voice was unmistakable. "I've been waiting for you. Make me cum a thousand times tonight.
"Don't worry, my beautiful Veronica. Tonight is going to be unforgettable." Shawn, her boyfriend replied, his voice low and eager like a beast starved all night, and maybe truly he was, as she had been very occupied due to work activities to have sex with him, all thanks to her boss, Mrs. Turner, and she was glad.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you. I’ve been counting down the minutes." Mrs. Turner spoke in a hunger-filled voice that made Monica's stomach churn. Her breath hitched as she peeked through a crack in the door, her phone ready to capture everything. Despite how much it hurt her to watch the betrayal, she steadied her trembling hands, knowing she needed to get this evidence.
Her boss laughed softly, a predatory gleam in her eyes. "Then let’s not waste any more time."
Monica watched in horror as they began to remove each other's clothes with urgent, fumbling hands. Her boss's blouse fell to the floor, revealing a lacy bra that quickly followed. Shawn's shirt was next, his hands sliding down to undo his belt with practice ease.
At this point, Monica's heartbeat increased , each thud resonating with the betrayal unfolding before her eyes. She focused on her phone, capturing every detail, every whispered word, and every touch.
Her boss pressed her boyfriend against the desk, her lips trailing down his neck. "You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to this. My husband is practically useless," she murmured, her voice a sultry purr.
Mrs. Turner was married? Unbelievable.
"I do," he replied, his hands gripping her hips. "I’ve been dreaming about it."
Monica bit her lip, fighting back the wave of nausea. She watched as her boyfriend lifted her boss onto the desk, spreading her legs and positioning himself between them, just like he had said in the text message.
Their movements grew more frantic, driven by a lust that made Monica feel sick to her core. She captured it all—their gasps, the rustle of clothing being discarded, the intimate touches and heated kisses. Her boss’s head fell back, her moans filling the office as her boyfriend moved against her.
Monica felt a surge of anger and pain, but she held herself together, documenting every moment. She knew this evidence would be her ticket to freedom, her way to expose the betrayal and start anew.
After what felt like forever, their movements slowed, their breaths coming in heavy, satisfied sighs. Monica, her heart heavy and her spirit bruised, ended the recording and stepped away from the door. She had what she needed, and there was no need to waste another second there.
Taking a deep breath, she slipped out of the office, her mind already racing with plans for the future. She knew she would never be the same, but she also knew she would never let anyone walk all over her again.
