New Employee Puts Boss in Place – Story of the Day

Not knowing that the gorgeous intern he chooses to insult and abuse is the company chairman's daughter, a chauvinistic executive gets his comeuppance when she takes carefully calculated revenge.

Laughter resonated through the office boardroom as Lars and Erik leaned against the table, immersed in a light-hearted discussion about the weekend's golf game. The door opened with a soft click, drawing their attention.

Cassandra stepped in. She was the new face in this world of suits and power plays. Lars' eyes trailed over her, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Erik offered her a polite nod, but it was Lars who spoke first, his voice smooth as silk.

"Ah, the new addition to our team," Lars said. "Cassandra, isn't it?"

Cassandra nodded, her expression unreadable. "Yes, that's correct."

Lars picked up a pen, twirling it between his fingers. "You know, a good first impression is key in this business." Unexpectedly, he let the pen fall to the ground. "Oops. Would you mind?"

She hesitated for a fraction of a second, her eyes narrowing slightly, but then bent to pick up the pen. As she reached for it, Lars nudged it farther away with his foot. His chuckle was a low rumble in the spacious room.

Cassandra straightened up after gripping the pen. She locked eyes with Lars, her expression seemingly serene. In a swift motion, she lifted her hand and hammered the pen against his own hand, resting on the boardroom table.

Shocked, Lars bellowed, "Argh!"

"I don't play these games," Cassandra interrupted his screams, her voice firm and cool. She turned to Erik, giving him a brief, professional nod. "I'll be in my cubicle if you need me."

As she exited the room, the door closing softly behind her, Lars was left standing, feeling the pain still. Erik raised an eyebrow, a silent question hanging in the air.

Lars cleared his throat, shaking his hand casually. "She'll learn," he muttered, but his confidence was shaken.

***

The clink of fine china and the murmur of conversations filled the air at the fine restaurant across the office building. Lars and the company owner, Mr. Ferguson, sat at a secluded table. Their dinner was delicious, and Lars confidently smiled at the prospect of becoming the new CEO soon.

But the sound of heels approaching made him turn, and his jaw dropped at the sight of the new intern. Cassandra smiled broadly as she kissed Mr. Ferguson's cheek. "Sorry, I'm late, Dad," she said and took a seat.

"I knew you would be late anyway. I was just about to raise my glass and make a toast," Mr. Ferguson grinned, not noticing the pale color of Lars' cheeks.

Mr. Ferguson raised his glass. "To new beginnings and successful partnerships!"

Cassandra mirrored his smile, but her eyes were steely. "To new beginnings," she echoed.

Lars, attempting to regain his usual suave demeanor, joined the toast. "Indeed, to new opportunities."

Mr. Ferguson turned to Cassandra, his expression filled with paternal pride. "Cassandra, my dear, I haven't officially introduced you two. Lars, this is my daughter. I'm thrilled she's joining the company."

Lars choked on his drink, coughing slightly. "Your daughter?" he managed to say, his composure slipping.

"Yes," Cassandra replied smoothly. "It's a small world, isn't it?" Something about her calm attitude made Lars even more nervous.

Mr. Ferguson continued, oblivious to his aspiring new CEO's discomfort. "I want her to learn from the best. That's why I've decided she'll be working under your wing."

Lars forced a smile to hide his frown. "I'm honored, sir."

Cassandra, seizing the moment, "accidentally" dropped her napkin. Lars offered to pick it up and bent below the table. Her father was distracted with his phone, so she discreetly executed the plan she had designed after their earlier encounter, slipping something into Lars's drink.

Sitting back after Lars retrieved the napkin, she met his nervous gaze with a smirk that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm looking forward to learning a great deal."

Lars, now visibly sweating, took a sip of his drink. Meanwhile, Mr. Ferguson launched into a story about the early days of his company, leaving Cassandra and Lars in a bubble of awkward silence.

Mr. Ferguson excused himself momentarily a few minutes later, and Cassandra leaned into Lars, her voice low and taunting. "Remember the pen? I haven't forgotten."

Lars stared at her, wanting to apologize. He took another sip of his drink, and the room started to spin ever so slightly around him. His body began to feel hot, and the tell-tale sign of his excitement was evident beneath his slacks.

Mr. Ferguson returned a moment later and said he was leaving, claiming stomach issues. But Lars couldn't pay much attention despite his best efforts. His breaths were coming quickly, and he couldn't keep a steady thought in place.

That's when he felt Cassandra's lips on his ear. "Let's get out of here."

"What?"

"Come on," she beckoned, a seductive finger gesturing for him to follow.

***

Cassandra led him back to their office and straight to a storage room while he was in a haze of lust, foggy thoughts, and sweat.

"Why are we here?" he asked, breathless.

"I needed somewhere private," she purred. Her voice sounded like velvet to his ears, but it wasn't soothing; it was gasoline against the inferno in his body.

His phone started ringing in his pocket. "It's my wife."

"Answer it," Cassandra insisted, smirking.

"Honey, when are you coming home?" Lars' wife, Beth, asked.

"I'm at work, sweetheart," Lars breathed.

"Really? You sound winded," Beth added, "and it's your birthday anyway. I bought a cake and everything."

Lars's eyes moved to Cassandra, who unbuttoned the top of her blouse. "I'll be home later. I have to go," he said and hung up.

He wanted to grab her and do everything with her, but Cassandra stepped behind him, her hands deftly tying a blindfold over his eyes. "Let's make this more interesting."

Lars chuckled, a hint of his usual arrogance returning, but his voice was still breathless. "I always knew you had a wild side."

"You have no idea," Cassandra whispered into his ear, but there was an edge he didn't catch.

She circled around to face him and started binding his wrists to the arms of a rolling office chair. Lars didn't resist and laughed, but his nervousness surfaced.

"What's this about?" he asked.

"Just a little game," Cassandra replied smoothly. She retrieved a piece of paper from her purse and guided Lars' hand, holding a pen, to the bottom of the page. "Sign here," she instructed.

Lars, his head swimming, complied, scribbling his name where she held it. He laughed. "There, done," he slurred. "Now, what's next? Come here. I want to hear you scream."

Cassandra stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "Just wait," she said. She teased Lars with a pen, pieces of paper, and her high heels for 15 minutes, undressing and driving him even crazier. His pants were on the floor, and his shirt was fully open, displaying his hairy chest.

"Please!" he begged. "Release me so I can do what I want."

"Oh, no," Cassandra laughed. "We're taking a little trip."

Lars frowned beneath his blindfold as the chair started rolling forward. A loud chorus of "Surprise!" bounced just outside the storage room before a deadly silence took over.

"What? What's happening? Cassandra!" Lars demanded, and finally, Cassandra pulled the blindfold off his face.

Beth, Mr. Ferguson, Erik, and several coworkers stood in pure shock before him.

Beth gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. "Lars, what is this?"

Mr. Ferguson stepped forward, his brow furrowed. "Lars? What in the world...?"

Cassandra crossed her arms. "Lars, maybe you'd like to explain your... position."

Lars blinked, his gaze darting around the room full of bewildered faces. Finally, his eyes landed on the resignation letter clutched in Cassandra's hand.

"Is that... What did I sign?" he stammered, his face gaunt and pale.

Mr. Ferguson took the letter from Cassandra, his eyes scanning the contents quickly. His expression darkened with every word he read. "A resignation? And this... confession about how you treat women at the office?"

Lars spluttered, "What? No! I didn't write that!"

Cassandra stepped forward confidently. "But you did sign it, Lars. Maybe next time, you'll think twice before playing around and treating the women in this office like they're objects for your amusement."

She looked at her father seriously. "Dad, yesterday he harassed me in the boardroom, and he has done it to almost every single female worker here. But they were afraid to come forward. I had to stop him."

Lars tried to defend himself, but the women around him intervened. All of them revealed what they had dealt with for years. Mr. Ferguson nodded, apologizing to them swiftly, and looked at Lars, shaking his head. "You're fired, and I'll make sure you never work in this business again."

Cassandra's father left, and she smiled. "Girls, I think it's time we show our dear ex-boss out the door," she said.

"What?" Lars asked, his eyes wide and fearful.

Cassandra led the charge as the women pushed the chair forward until they threw him outside with his pants down and his dignity in tatters.

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