Undercover Heiress, Firing My Toxic Boss

"Is this what an Ivy League degree gets you? Did you flush your brains down the toilet?"

At the company meeting, Dennis threw my proposal right at my face because the line spacing didn't meet his formatting guidelines.

"If you don't want to work, pack your bags and get the hell out!"

Dennis’s voice boomed through the conference room. No one dared to breathe.

I bent down to pick up the papers I had spent three sleepless nights working on. "Mr. Miller, the line spacing doesn't affect the actual strategy. I'll fix it right away. Besides, I wasn't informed about—"