The Intern Sat Beside Him, So I Took Everything in the Divorce Chapter 08

The Intern Sat Beside Him, So I Took Everything in the Divorce Chapter 08

The statement went out that afternoon, and the office exploded.

The management meeting lasted four hours. I went through every Fulton-linked project line by line—cutting some, reassigning others.

Two department directors had been brought in by Trevor. I gave them no transition period. HR brought in termination letters on the spot.

Their faces went pale as they signed, but neither dared say a word.

Because in this building, I call the shots.

Three days later, the Fultons started sending intermediaries to test the waters. Harold wanted to negotiate. Mrs. Fulton called three times—I didn’t pick up.

“Ms. Hayes, you need to see this.”

On the fifth day, Natalie rushed in, phone in hand.

On the screen was a video from an entertainment blogger with over two million followers.

Mirabel sat at a small table in a rented apartment, eyes swollen red.

“… I’m just a regular girl who graduated recently. I worked hard during my internship at Mr. Fulton’s company and was assigned to travel with the project team.”

“But when Ms. Hayes came back, she fired me without asking anything, and said she’d blacklist me across the whole industry. I couldn’t find work. Finally, a company took me in, but she pressured them to fire me too…”

She paused, tears streaming down.

“I know I shouldn’t have gotten too close to Mr. Fulton, but I honestly never crossed any lines. Ms. Hayes slapped me in front of the entire Fulton family—made my lip bleed—and I couldn’t even fight back. I don’t understand—what did I do wrong?”

The comments underneath exploded.

[This poor girl is being crushed by the wealthy elite.]

[Scarlett Hayes? Looked her up—her family money is insane. That’s how the rich play.] [Billionaires get jealous, and regular people end up crying.]

[And a slap that draws blood? That’s battery—she needs to go to the police.]

I scrolled through several screens of comments. The shares had already passed a hundred thousand.

Then smaller bloggers piled on—some digging into my family background, others spinning stories about my relationship with Trevor.

One of them went all in with a full exposé called “The Crazy Jealousy of Scarlett Hayes.”

“Did you check the promotion fees for these bloggers?” I asked.

Natalie nodded. “Yes. Four bloggers received sponsored posts on the same day—all from the same PR firm. The firm’s registered agent … is Mirabel’s college roommate.”

I handed the phone back. “Alright.”

“How do you want to handle it?”

“Not yet.” I took a sip of my coffee. “Let her have her moment. She thinks she’s running the show—give her the spotlight.”

“But what about the narrative …”

“That’s all she’s got. Let her burn through it.”

That night, I had all the videos and posts screenshotted and archived.

The next day, more bloggers posted similar content—same talking points: capitalist bullying, power abuse, jealous crazy woman.

By day three, the topic hit number one on trending.

The PR director practically ran into my office.

“Ms. Hayes, if we don’t respond now, it’ll be too late …”

“We can respond.” I stood and straightened my blazer. “Are you ready?”

“Ready.”

“Post it.”