My Don Paid Me 800. His Secretary Stole Millions Chapter 05

My Don Paid Me 800. His Secretary Stole Millions Chapter 05

The air went still.

Knox turned to me. He wouldn’t let it go.

“What did you say your monthly pay was?”

“800.”

I laughed. Pulled out my old phone. The screen was cracked in the corner.

Pulled up my bank statements and shoved it in his face.

“See for yourself, My Don?”

“March: 3000.”

“April: fifteen hundred.”

“May: 800.”

“This is your so-called eighty thousand a month?”

Knox snatched my phone from my hand. His fingers trembled as he scrolled up.

Every single transfer had Elaine’s name on it.

The memos read:

[Poor performance. Deducted.]

[Punishment for disobedience.]

[Final living expenses. Take care of yourself.]

Knox’s face went pale.

“Elaine told me you bought bags and jewelry every month.”

“She said eighty thousand wasn’t enough. That you wanted advances—”

“And you just believed her?”

I grabbed my phone back.

“Knox, you trusted your secretary’s lies over me.”

“All I ever was to you was a greedy gold digger, wasn’t I?”

Knox froze.

He looked at my faded white T-shirt. My cracked iPhone 11.

My hair, matted with sweat from working the cart.

Something flickered in his eyes. Guilt. Regret.

“Rae, I—”

The crowd was whispering now.

The chat was on fire.

[WHAT A PLOT TWIST.]

[The real boss got played by his secretary? She stole all the money?]

[Eighty thousand turned into 800. That middleman markup is BRUTAL.]

Knox cleared his throat.

“I’ll get to the bottom of this. You’re coming back with me. Now.”

I didn’t move.

“Knox. We’re done.”

“I run my own hot dog cart now. I make my own money.”

“Sorry, Don. I don’t need you anymore.”

“Now move. I’ve got customers waiting.”

Knox didn’t budge.

His eyes were a mess—anger, shock, something that looked almost like panic.

He called his assistant,

“Bring Elaine to me.”

He hung up and turned back to me.

“Rae. Give me half an hour. I’ll make this right.”

I frowned, “Get your men out of here first. You’re scaring off my customers.”

His fists clenched. Veins popping on his hands.

“I’ll buy all your hot dogs.”

I smiled, “Eighty thousand, My Don.”

—

Half an hour later, Elaine arrived.

“Knox, why did you call me so late—”

She stopped when she saw me.

Her face shifted. For a split second, she lost her composure.

Then she smoothed it over.

“Ms. Vance. What a surprise.”

She adjusted her glasses. Back to business mode.

Knox’s voice was ice.

“Elaine. Where’s the money I sent for Rae?”

Elaine stiffened.

“Knox, I told you already. I transferred it all to Ms. Vance.”

“She kept asking for more—”

“Is that so?”

Knox slammed a stack of financial records into her face.

Papers scattered everywhere.

“Then explain why all of this went to your account.”

Elaine looked down. Her face went white.

Then her composure cracked into rage.

“Knox! I did this for you!”

“That orphanage brat? She’s not good enough for you!”

“Give her money and she’ll waste it. She’ll get ideas above her station.”

“I cut her pay. I gave her KPIs. I was training her!”

“Teaching her to know her place. To stop causing you trouble!”

I couldn’t help it. I laughed out loud.

“Elaine, your corporate gaslighting skills are wasted here. You should be running seminars.”

“You say you were ‘training’ me. But you took my money and bought yourself Hermès.”

“So tell me—who’s really the mistress here? Me, or you?”