Nine Secretaries Ran From the Mafia Boss in Tears, but the Plus-Size Woman Who Ruined His Desk Found the Betrayal Sleeping Under His Signature

Arthur slammed both palms down on the teak table, standing up so fast his chair screeched against the hardwood floor.

“This is a slanderous witch hunt!” Arthur shouted, his face purple with rage. “Dante, you’re letting some unqualified, unverified clerk run your company into the ground with baseless accusations!”

“Unverified?” Dante’s voice dropped an octave, the temperature in the room plunging instantly. “She found in forty minutes what my entire legal team missed for a year. Sit down, Arthur, before I have security throw you out the window.”

Arthur looked around the table for support, but the other board members were already leaning away from him, distancing themselves from the sinking ship. They knew Dante Moretti. They knew that when Dante moved, he didn't miss.

“You’re making a mistake,” Arthur hissed, grabbing his briefcase and buttoning his suit jacket with trembling hands. “The board won't stand for this kind of corporate theater.”

“The board,” Dante said coldly, “just watched you get exposed by a woman who spilled coffee on my desk yesterday. Get out of my building.”

Arthur glared at Sophia with pure, unadulterated venom, turned on his heel, and stormed out of the boardroom, the heavy glass doors swinging shut behind him.

For a long moment, nobody spoke.

Dante turned his gaze back to the remaining board members, who were suddenly very interested in their paperwork.

“Are there any other questions regarding the Q3 projections?” Dante asked mildly.