Mommy, Is The President Our Daddy? The Ex-Wife’s Revenge

“Alright, thank you for coming over and if you all have questions then let me know about it okay?” I said standing to my feet before shaking hands with the clients I had around.

The clients and my subordinates stood at their feet as they prepared to leave before a client stopped me with his outstretched arm with a smug grin.

“Is anything the matter?” I asked in a polite manner in order to not get anyone thinking I was rude, but he did not seem to understand my route.

“For a woman you’re doing pretty well handling this company yourself,” he said laughing as he looked around to get people to follow him and laugh.

“I beg your pardon,” I was confused at his words.

“I mean, let’s face it. You’re a woman. There is no way you could have gotten and built all of this yourself. Where is the man in charge?”

I sighed. The people around the room were confused on why he had chosen to end the day that way but I was not going to let this man insult me.

“Who handles your company?” I asked him with a straight face.

“I do,” he smiled with pride.

“Who built it from the ground up?”

“Me and my board members. We are all men and we are strong. We don’t need women to come in and ruin anything for us.”

“You’re right. Why did your company go from being number…” I turned to my assistant. “What number was his company on the hundred most influential company of the year?”

“It’s not on the list ma’am,” she answered.

“Oh, then clearly it must have been on the list at least once.”

“It’s… never been on the list.”

I smiled before turning to see the shock on his face. “I’ve proved my point. It’s not about gender, sir. It’s about what you can do with the brain you have and how you can help others. You single-handedly ruined your company and this is why you’re here.

“Begging for me to help you boost your company up by buying into your shares. I just bought fifty five percent worth of shares which cost millions and this is the thanks I get. I could cancel it now and you will watch your company crumble to the ground in pieces.”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

“Please don’t do it,” he apologized. “I… know I crossed the line and I apologize for it. It will not happen again.”

“It had better not,” I said in a deep voice, seeing them avoid my gaze.

I walked out of the board room with my assistant and bodyguards surrounding me as I headed for my office.

“You, take that printer out. I need a new one to replace it immediately,” I ordered to someone who was banging on a printer, trying to get it to work.

I gave off a few orders before getting to my office door.

I found eight people standing patiently while waiting for me.

Immediately I reached the door, they all started talking at once as I pointed to my assistant.

“That’s why I have her. She’ll handle everything,” I said to her before watching them throw their requests at her.

“Cancel all meetings,” I said before entering my office, closing the door shut.

Something flew past the window which caught my attention as I looked to see that there was nothing there. I walked to the window to look out of it and there I found the beautiful landscape gleaming before me in the most spectacular view.

I could remember when I first bought this place. It had been a wonderful sight to see and the renovations had cost a couple of millions but it had been worth it.

Now I had my whole view before me which was peaceful to look at.

I started to hear whispers outside the door as I found the people I was to work with talking about me while pointing to the glass.

The glass around the office I was in was tinted so I could see them but they could not see me.

Walking quietly to the glass, I leaned to hear what was being said and I was appalled by their words.

These were the same people I had given jobs to only for them to turn around and start gossiping about me.

It never got old, the gossip. It was always the same thing and at this point I was sick of it.

Picking my phone, I found out I had more than a thousand emails and this had me sighing in exhaustion. It was morning and here I was having to handle a lot of things at once.

I scrolled through the mails until one caught my eye. It was a message from my mother. In the mail she was begging for forgiveness and she was inviting me for a chat.

“After five years,” I scoffed. In anger I tapped on the delete button because I did not want to see it anymore.

After all these years this was the time she was reaching out to me. My first year in this country had been hard and I had thought about her but she had been nowhere close.

It had been more than five years since I had been away from my former city and she was just remembering that I existed.

The past flooded into my memory as I remembered how I had once begged them to let me be in the family’s will. I had begged to not be married out into a contract marriage, but here I was away from them and finally on my own.

I had my own company which was doing extremely well. I was one of the most sought after bosses in the business world. I did not need any of them.

Suddenly the past hit me as I remembered when I left my country of origin. My city, my home.

That was the day I had gotten on the plane and wished for a better life.