Taming the CEO Who Washed My FeetChapter 3

The next morning, the atmosphere in the company was a strange mix of tense and electric. The lobby was lined with a red carpet, and the air was thick with the scent of Bulgarian roses flown in overnight. Everyone was whispering about the mysterious “Mrs. Knight.”

And me? I was in the logistics warehouse, dressed in a gray janitor’s uniform, counting bottles of mineral water.

Jessica appeared at the warehouse door, dressed in an expensive custom gown and towering heels, preening like a peacock. She pinched her nose in disgust.

“Ava, all this water needs to be moved to the banquet hall by 10 AM. If even one bottle is missing, you can pack your things and leave.”

I looked at the mountain of boxes. “This is a mover’s job,” I said calmly.

“In here, you are whatever I tell you to be,” Jessica smirked. “Oh, and I forgot to tell you, VP Richard said he’s recommending me to give the employee representative speech at the gala today. I’m going to have Mr. Knight fire you in front of the entire company.”

I smiled and loaded a case of water onto a dolly. “Well, Ms. Miller, I wish you the best of luck.”

At ten o’clock sharp, the gala began. The banquet hall was a sea of glittering lights and flashing cameras.

Vincent stood on the stage, his expression thunderous. He kept checking his phone, his eyes frantically scanning the crowd.

I knew he was looking for me. I’d told him I had a surprise for him.

Richard sat in the front row, a calculating smile on his face. He leaned over and whispered something to Vincent, which only made his face darken further.

Jessica stood nervously in the wings, clutching her speech and fluffing her hair.

I pushed a cart of water through a service entrance at the back of the hall and found a spot in a dark corner to watch the show.

“Thank you all for coming,” Richard stood up, taking the microphone as if he were the host. “Today, in addition to revealing the identity of Mrs. Knight, we have another important matter to address.”

He shot Vincent a venomous look. “We need to rectify some… unwholesome elements within our company culture. For instance, certain secretaries who try to sleep their way to the top.”

A wave of murmurs swept through the audience. The reporters aimed their cameras squarely at Vincent.

Vincent’s voice was cold steel. “Richard, do you have any idea what you’re saying?”

“Of course, I do.” Richard clapped his hands.

A video flickered to life on the large screen behind the stage. It was the security footage of Jessica entering Vincent’s office yesterday. From the camera’s angle, it looked as though Jessica was throwing herself at him, and Vincent wasn’t pushing her away.

Jessica let out a small shriek from the side of the stage, lowering her head in a brilliant performance of shame.

“Mr. Knight, Ms. Miller here has told me everything,” Richard said, his voice full of feigned disappointment. “As the CEO, how could you engage in such an affair with a subordinate? What will your future wife think?”

Vincent actually laughed, a humorless, angry sound.

Just as he was about to erupt, I stepped out from the shadows.

I shed the gray janitor’s coat, revealing the priceless red silk gown I wore underneath. As I walked, I reached up and pulled the tie from my hair, letting it fall in waves over my shoulders.

“What will his wife think?”

My voice wasn’t loud, but the wireless microphone clipped to my collar, a special one Vincent had prepared for me, carried it to every corner of the hall.

In that one, stunning moment, every single head in the room turned to look at me.