Chapter 319
Chapter 319:
“Is that the girl who bullied you when you were a trainee?” Mrs. Davies asked.
“That’s the girl who locked me in a supply closet,” Skye said, closing the file. “I think it’s time I returned the favor. But I won’t use a lock. I’ll use a pink slip p>
The silver sedan glided to a halt in front of the glass tower of Vance Media. This was not a guest arrival. It was an invasion.
Skye stepped out. She wasn’t wearing the soft pastels of a trainee anymore. She wore a sharp, tailored midnight-blue suit that cost more than the average car. Her hair was pulled back into a severe, elegant bun. Dark sunglasses hid her eyes, but not her intent.
She walked toward the entrance, flanked by Felix and two other Oracle security guards. The receptionists—who used to ignore her or sneer when she was “just an intern”—fell silent. They watched her pass the security desk without stopping.
“Hey p>
Whitney—the mean-girl trainee who had tormented Skye for weeks—stepped in front of the elevator bank. She held a latte, looking Skye up and down with a mix of confusion and lingering arrogance. She clearly hadn’t checked the company intranet yet.
“Visitors need a pass, Mrs. Kensington,” Whitney sneered, emphasizing the married name. “Or should I say, Ms. Sterling? Did you get lost on the way to the divorce court? This is a place of business p>
Skye didn’t stop. She didn’t even slow down.
She reached into her purse and pulled out a black key card. It wasn’t a trainee card. It was a master access card, freshly encoded by the building’s new owners.
She slapped it against the reader.
BEEP. ACCESS GRANTED: OWNER/ADMINISTRATOR.
The elevator doors slid open instantly.
Whitney’s jaw dropped. “What? How did you… that’s Julian’s access level p>
“It’s my building, Whitney,” Skye said as she stepped into the elevator. She turned to face the girl as the doors began to close. “And your latte is cheap p>
The doors shut, leaving Whitney sputtering in the lobby.
Skye rode the elevator to the top floor. She walked straight toward the CEO’s office. The glass walls were covered with blinds, but she could hear shouting from inside.
𝘝𝖾𝗋𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 c𝘰𝗇𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘵 о𝘯 𝗯elո𝗼𝗏𝗲𝘭𝘴.c𝘰𝗆
Felix stepped forward and kicked the door open.
Bang.
Julian Vance was frantically feeding papers into a shredder. He jumped and spun around.
“You can’t come in here!” Julian yelled. “This is trespassing p>
Skye tossed a leather folder onto the desk. It slid across the mahogany surface and stopped right in front of him.
“Read it,” Skye commanded.
Julian opened the folder. His face went pale. “This… this is a foreclosure notice. But I had thirty days p>
“You had thirty days to cure the default,” Skye said coolly. “But since you attempted to liquidate assets—specifically, the camera equipment you sold yesterday—you triggered the immediate acceleration clause. You’re out, Julian p>
“You… you bitch!” Julian lunged at her.
Felix intercepted him effortlessly, pinning Julian’s arm behind his back.
“Careful,” Felix rumbled. “That’s assault p>
“Get him out,” Skye said, sitting down in Julian’s leather chair. It was still warm.