“You call him by his name. You ignore rules. You act special. You think you can seduce President Shiao?”
Someone laughed quietly.
Jang raised her chin.
“I’ve been with President Shiao for a long time.”
Before I could respond, the conference-room doors opened.
Shiaoza emerged.
He was still handsome in the way that had once made everything else disappear—dark suit, silver tie, controlled expression.
Then he saw Jang.
His face softened.
“Tong Tong,” he said warmly. “What’s wrong? Who would dare mess with you?”
She pointed at me.
“Just a newbie. An intern.”
He followed her finger.
And froze.
For three long seconds, my husband said nothing.
Jang mistook his silence for anger.
“She ignored company rules, insulted me, and forced her way into the executive elevator. You should fire her immediately.”
I looked at Shiaoza.
Then at the watch.
“Go ahead,” I said quietly. “Tell everyone who I am.”
His face drained of color.
Finally, he forced out the words.
“She’s my wife.”
The hallway went silent.
Jang lowered her hand.
Someone whispered, “Oh my God.”
I should have felt triumphant.
Instead, I felt hollow, because Shiaoza’s first instinct was not to come to me.
He placed a hand on Jang’s shoulder.
“This is a misunderstanding.”
“Which part?” I asked.
“Not here.”
“Why not? She insulted employees here. She threatened people here. She told everyone you would destroy my career here.”
Jang whispered, “I didn’t know who she was.”
“That is exactly the problem.”
Then I pointed toward her wrist.
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