The Intern Punishes Her Billionaire Boss Chapter 01

The Intern Punishes Her Billionaire Boss Chapter 01 The Intern Who Reported Her Boss

For the third time, I was reported for slacking off by the new intern.

She stood there, all high- and – mighty. “Mr. Cole said that no one is allowed to eat snacks, drink, or play on their phones at their workstations.”

“You’re guilty of all three. This time, you’ll be fined three thousand, which is your entire month’s salary

Looking at her young, delicate face, I couldn’t help but smile.

This young girl had been here for only fifteen days. Relying on Julian’s backing, she was running amok n the company, acting as if no one else mattered.

But what she didn’t know was that I was the major shareholder. How dared she report the very person who paid her salary?

My name is Scarlett. I’m thirty-eight years old.

At twenty-eight, I founded Dreamscape Design, an interior design company. Over the past ten years, I’ve built it up to a fairly well-known scale.

Then, I stepped back and handed over the day-to-day management to Julian, the CEO I had personally promoted. Julian is five years younger than me, and I had high hopes for him as my successor.

I gave him full authority. Except for major project decisions, I hardly interfered in the company’s operations. I only reserved a workstation for myself in the corner of the Design Department. I had the freedom to come and go as I pleased during working hours.

My colleagues just thought I was an old employee with little real power. They politely addressed me as “Scarlett.” I enjoyed this laid-back situation.

I never meddled in the company’s personnel changes either. That was, until half a month ago, when Ivy showed up.

Julian personally led her into the Design Department. “This is Ivy. She’s an Ivy League graduate and will be joining our Design Department. Please help her get settled in and show her the ropes.”

There was a note of admiration in Julian’s tone. Ivy greeted everyone with a smile, her eyes scanning the entire office. When her gaze landed on me, there was scrutiny and disdain in her eyes.

But on her first day of work, she didn’t act like an intern at all. She complained that the company issued computer was too slow and directly asked the Administration Department to replace it with the latest iMac.

She complained that the break room only had instant coffee, and the next day she had her assistant buy freshly ground 100% Kona coffee-on the company’s dime.

When some people whispered about it, she just smiled faintly. “Mr. Cole told me to do this. He said good creativity requires a good environment, and we shouldn’t cut corners on such small things.”

The words “Mr. Cole” were like a magic wand for her.

She was indeed quite smart. She quickly won over a group of young designers who were as arrogant as she

was. But she showed nothing but contempt for us “old-timers.”

She blatantly said in front of everyone that my design concepts were “too outdated to keep up with the times.” And during the director’s project review meeting, she bluntly pointed out that “the color scheme is too tacky and doesn’t conform to the mainstream aesthetic.”

At first, I just thought she was a young and proud girl, so I didn’t pay much attention. I even gave her a hand

once.

There was an urgent project. Ivy volunteered, saying she could handle it. But she overestimated herself With only an hour left until the delivery time, the entire model had a problem. The girl was on the verge of tears. It was me who sent the draft to the client at the last moment.

She looked at me then, her eyes filled with gratitude and shock. I thought she would change her attitude towards me after that. I was wrong.

The next day, I overheard her conversation with someone in the break room.

“That Scarlett, she just has more experience. There’s nothing special about her. If I had as much time as her to study the software, I could do better.”

Another person chimed in, “Exactly. I heard she’s just an old employee who’s just coasting along, relying on her seniority to slack off at work every day.”

Ivy chuckled, her tone full of superiority. “Don’t worry. The company won’t keep such idlers around forever. Mr. Cole said the future belongs to us young people. Those who can’t keep up with the company’s development will be phased out sooner or later.”

I stood behind the pantry door, holding my water cup, and didn’t go in.

“I’m telling you, people like her are just taking up space. Just wait and see. Sooner or later, I’ll straighten out this bad atmosphere.”

At lunch, I had no appetite. It hit me then that the company I had built with my own hands was starting to rot in places I couldn’t see, turning into exactly the kind of place I hated most.