From Ex-wife To Heiress

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Victoria

I stared at the update, infuriated. Not again. Xpresso Beauty had topped the chart again and my company came out second. No goddamn way! Who the hell was running that company? From the headline, Expresso Beauty had made two billion dollars within two years. How was that possible? My company had made only two hundred million dollars despite my investment in it. This was ridiculously unbelievable.

“Who the hell owns this company?” I questioned, ferociously.

“Ms. R-roberts,” my assistant, Scott, stuttered.

“Who’s Ms. Roberts?” I inquired.

“She is the founder of Xpresso—“

“I mean what does she look like? Do you have a picture of her? I need to see the person who dared to overtake my company,” I yelled.

“No one has seen her, yet,” Scott said, in a low pitched voice.

I threw a document at him. “You are useless. All of you. Assemble the sales manager, my secretary, the production team and the directors. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, lowering his head and turning around to leave.

“If I don’t get an explanation why the sales went down and low, I am going to fire every single one of you.”

He quickly left the room and within minutes he had returned with them.

“Why did the sale reduce this year? We lost more than a hundred million dollars. I need an explanation, right now,” I snarled, furiously.

“We have a competitive rival at the moment and we lost our buyers and customers to them,” the sales representative manager explained.

“That’s not possible.”

“You asked us to increase the price of every product and service. We did it and that’s a very big disadvantage to the company. We didn’t think about our rivalry. They actually sold their products at a very cheap rate and with discounts. And the Expresso company sells authentic products. You had asked us to reduce the quality of the products and increase the quantity, so we could earn more but we couldn’t even sell all the products. There has been a lot of complaints from our customers and they turned to the other company—“

“Oprah, I am very disappointed at you. You are so stupid and useless,” I scoffed. “Oh, my goodness.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I tried my best. Some workers had been working for more than six months without getting paid or promoted. So they resigned and it also affected the company.”

“You all are good for nothing,” I screamed, throwing some cosmetics on them. “Do something about this or I will fire every single one of you.”

“We are trying our best, ma’am. It’s going to take some time—“

“Shut up and get out. You know what? I want you to get rid of the old workers and hire new ones before this month runs out,” my phone beeped. “Now, get lost, all of you.”

I gritted my teeth and clenched my fist as they left my office. Who was Ms. Roberts? There was no way I’d stand and watch her ruin everything for me. She had no idea what I was capable of. I was going to make her pay for this. 

I tapped my phone to see the message. It was an update about the so-called Ms. Roberts: Ms. ROBERTS FINALLY REVEALS HER FACE.

I quickly tapped the message to see who Ms. Roberts was. Laura Wilson.

Laura?

Was this a joke or what? Five years ago, I made sure she was homeless and broke. I laughed. This had got to be some sort of joke.