His Intern Called Him “Bro”— Too Bad I Wrote the Pick-Me Girl Manual! Chapter 07

His Intern Called Him “Bro”— Too Bad I Wrote the Pick-Me Girl Manual! Chapter 07

Credit where it’s due — Ruby was good. She’d read Luca like a book from the start.

She’d cried to him more than once about how badly she wanted a permanent position, about staying on the family’s core project team. She even dropped hints that she had contacts at the Rossi syndicate and could help him dig up intel on the upcoming territory bid.

No one knew Luca’s ambition better than me. After all these years, I knew exactly what drove him — status and reputation.

Ruby’s wide-eyed worship, her constant need for him, plus those four magic words — “I can help you” — hit him right where it counted.

A grown man in his thirties, and he actually believed she meant it.

Like I said — pathetic.

When the hotel video and email first started spreading, Luca still didn’t grasp how bad it was.

Not until the whole thing ripped through Chicago like wildfire — syndicate grapevines, family circles, underground forums, and Instagram gossip pages.

[LMAOOOO, story of the year!]

Luca panicked.

The family fixers couldn’t contain it — the story was everywhere.

When he reached out to syndicate associates, all he got was, “Luca, this really isn’t something we can get involved in.”

He thought the worst-case scenario was a messy divorce story — a little embarrassment, a little gossip.

But he had no idea I still had another card to play.

Under the guise of helping him, Ruby had been asking for internal operational data over and over.

At first, Luca was careful — only showed her what was already public.

But Ruby kept pushing, pouting about how he didn’t trust her, insisting she just wanted to help him win.

“I’ve got people at the Rossi syndicate. I can get you a look at their playbook.”

Bit by bit, Luca dropped his guard entirely.

First, he gave her the confidential bidding budget.

Then he sent her a stripped-down version of the logistics proposal — the one with the key shipping routes — and asked her to look for gaps.

We had every chat log, every file transfer, every timestamp.

One of the women in the [Syndicate Wives: Damage Control] group happened to be married to a Rossi capo.

And Naomi — a syndicate defense lawyer — knew exactly how to build an airtight case.

She reviewed the files and messaged me back.

“We’ve got her. Syndicate intelligence leak — this is airtight. Hold steady.”

The Syndicate Wives — our little sisterhood — moved as one.

The next morning, a formal dossier — names included — landed on the desk of the Moretti family’s consigliere.

Attached to it was every piece of evidence: chat screenshots, file transfer logs, email timelines, and records of Ruby’s communications with outside contacts.

Airtight.

While Luca was still in his office scrambling to put out the media fire, the consigliere and family enforcers walked through his door.

“Luca, you’re suspected of leaking confidential syndicate data. We need your full cooperation with the council’s investigation, effective immediately.”

All the color drained from his face.

Seconds later, my phone lit up with his messages.

[Sienna, what the hell are you trying to do? Over something this small?]

[We’re married, Sienna. Do you really have to push me this far? You think your life gets better if I go down?]

[I was wrong, okay?! I was really wrong! Withdraw the dossier and let’s talk. Please.]

Withdraw it?

Too late.

Ruin him?

No.

I was just walking Luca and his precious “sister” straight into the ending they’d written for themselves.