Taming the CEO Who Washed My FeetChapter 2

Jessica entered the elevator with a look of feverish determination.

I stood around the corner, watching the numbers climb and stop at the top floor.

Besides Vincent, I was the only person who knew the passcode to his office.

Unless someone had leaked it.

I went back to my desk, in no hurry to catch her in the act. Instead, I opened my laptop and logged into the company’s backend security system. As the majority shareholder, my clearance was even higher than Vincent’s.

On the monitor, I watched Jessica stand before the CEO’s office and enter the passcode with practiced ease.

The door opened.

Vincent was at his desk, frowning at a financial report.

Jessica glided in, her voice dripping with honey. “Mr. Knight, here’s the coffee you asked for.”

Vincent didn’t even look up. “Put it down and get out.”

Jessica didn’t move. Instead, she circled the desk and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Mr. Knight, you’ve been working so hard. Let me give you a massage?”

I could feel Vincent’s body tense up even through the screen. He shot to his feet with such force that Jessica stumbled back.

“Who gave you the passcode?” His voice was pure ice.

Jessica froze, her eyes instantly welling with tears. “It… it was Mr. Richard, the Vice President. He said you’ve been under a lot of stress…”

Richard.

My fingers tapped a light rhythm on my desk.

That would be Richard Knight, Vincent’s cousin, the one who had always coveted the CEO position.

“Get out,” Vincent pointed to the door. “And don’t ever set foot on this floor again.”

Jessica ran out, sobbing.

I closed the monitor, one piece of the puzzle falling into place. Richard was trying to set a honey trap for Vincent, hoping to catch him in a compromising position. If Vincent had touched Jessica today, Richard would be using the footage to blackmail him tomorrow.

Too bad he’d underestimated Vincent. And he’d underestimated me.

When Jessica returned to the admin department, her eyes were swollen. She shot me a venomous glare as she passed my desk.

“What are you looking at? I’ll gouge your eyes out!”

I took a calm sip of my coffee. “Ms. Miller, is your work done?”

She trembled with rage, pointing a finger at my nose. “Ava, don’t you get cocky. If I’m going down, I’m taking you with me! You’re uninvited from the gala tomorrow. Go to logistics and help move boxes!”

I raised an eyebrow. “Whose decision is that?”

“My decision!” Jessica shouted. “I’m in charge of this department!”

Our colleagues glanced over, their eyes filled with a mixture of pity and scorn.

“Poor Ava, she picked the wrong person to mess with.”

“Well, Jessica has VP Richard backing her up.”

I nodded. “Fine. I’ll go move boxes.”

I was actually curious to see how they’d handle tomorrow’s meticulously planned gala without the main character.

After work, a Rolls-Royce pulled up right as I stepped out of the building. The window rolled down to reveal Vincent’s handsome face, now etched with a pleading expression.

“Honey, get in.”

I ignored him and kept walking.

He scrambled out of the car and ran after me, grabbing my hand. “I was wrong, I was really wrong. Richard planted her here, I swear I didn’t even get a good look at her face.”

I stopped and looked at him. “She had the passcode to your office.”

Vincent’s expression hardened. “Richard must have spied on me to get it. I’ve already had the locks changed.”

I pulled my hand away. “Tonight, you’re sleeping on the balcony.”

“Honey…”

He trailed after me like a giant, dejected puppy. The setting sun stretched our shadows long on the pavement. Who would have thought that the ice-cold CEO of Knight Industries was such a clinger in private?