Chapter 3Undercover as an Intern, I Caught His Mistress and Went Nuclear

While I stood there in silence, Wendy strutted into the employee cafeteria like she owned the place.

“Oh my God. Is this seriously what you feed your employees?”

She picked up a piece of pork belly from one of the serving trays, pinching it between two fingers before dropping it back in disgust.

Then she pulled an insulated container from her luxury handbag and slammed it onto the counter.

“Judging by this pathetic food, I doubt any of you have ever tasted a decent meal.”

She smiled smugly.

“I’m feeling generous today, so I brought lobster bisque from one of the best restaurants in the city. Consider it an upgrade.”

She opened the container and started to pour it into the cafeteria’s communal soup pot.

“Ms. Jasper, you can’t do that!”

The cafeteria manager finally stepped in and blocked her way.

“Company health regulations prohibit outside food from being mixed with anything served to employees. The rule is there to protect everyone. Please put the container away.”

“Health regulations?”

Wendy laughed as though he had said something ridiculous.

“You think my lobster bisque is less safe than this greasy cafeteria slop?”

She tapped the container with one perfectly manicured nail.

“This cost more than you make in a week. Now move.”

The cafeteria manager stood his ground.

“Ms. Jasper, this isn’t negotiable. If anyone gets sick, the company could be held responsible. Please don’t put us in this position.”

Wendy’s expression darkened when he continued to defy her.

She pulled out her phone and started a video call.

“Shane, look at this! Your employees are completely out of control!

“All I wanted to do was give them something better for lunch, and they won’t let me. They even raised their voices at me!”

Shane’s gentle voice came through the phone.

“Wendy, don’t get upset. Put the cafeteria manager on.”

Wendy gave us a triumphant look before holding the phone in front of the manager.

Shane’s voice immediately turned cold.

“Everyone involved is going to apologize to Wendy. Right now.

“Anyone who refuses will be written up for insubordination. You’ll forfeit this month’s bonuses, and I’ll decide whether you still have a job by the end of the day.

“Am I clear?”

The cafeteria manager’s lips trembled.

My supervisor and several coworkers went pale, exchanging helpless looks.

When no one responded, Shane’s voice turned even colder.

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

Wendy shifted the phone, deliberately angling the camera so we could see where Shane was.

He was seated at the head of a table in a private room at an upscale steakhouse, surrounded by several executives. Judging by the setting, he was in the middle of an important business dinner.

When Wendy pouted at him through the screen, Shane shook his head as though she were a spoiled child.

But he didn’t look annoyed at being interrupted.

If anything, he looked amused and indulgent.

“Shane,” Wendy whimpered.

Despite knowing he was in the middle of a business dinner, she immediately turned on the tears.

“Look at them. They’re all ganging up on me.

“I was only trying to do something nice, but they treated me like I was causing trouble. They completely humiliated me.”

Her voice began to tremble.

“You have to stand up for me.”

She squeezed out a few tears as she spoke.

The wounded expression on her face made her look nothing like the arrogant woman who had been ordering everyone around just moments earlier.

Shane’s expression immediately hardened.

He didn’t ask what had happened.

He didn’t ask to hear anyone else’s side.

His attention remained fixed entirely on Wendy.

“Hey, don’t cry,” he soothed. “You’ll ruin your makeup.

“This isn’t worth getting so upset over. As long as I’m here, no one gets to bully you.”

Only then did he turn his attention to the rest of us.

His voice turned ice-cold.

“Was I not clear?

“I’m ordering all of you to do exactly what Wendy says and apologize to her. Now.

“If I don’t see the right attitude in the next three seconds…”

Before he could finish, I stepped directly in front of the camera.

My face filled the screen, along with the bright red burn on the back of my hand.

“Shane Ford, are you sure you want me to apologize?”