I reached into my pocket, my fingers closing around the cool metal of my phone. The weight of it felt reassuring as I slipped it out, keeping my movements casual despite the rage simmering beneath my skin.

"Is there a problem, Ms. Graham?" Wade's voice dripped with false concern, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction at what he perceived as my submission.

"No problem at all," I replied, my voice steady as I unlocked my screen. "Just making a quick call."

I tapped the dedicated app my father's security team had installed—a simple interface with only three options: Security, Father, and Financial Controls. My thumb hovered over the last one for just a moment before pressing down.

Wade's tirade continued, growing louder as he noticed the other employees watching us. "You know, in my day, young ladies like you learned their place quickly. No attitude, no backtalk. Just good old-fashioned respect for authority."

The phone rang once before connecting to our family's private banking line.

"Graham Enterprises Financial Control Center," a crisp voice answered.

"This is Grace Graham," I said softly, turning slightly away from Wade. "I need to execute Protocol Freeze on all supplementary cards linked to Connor Hudson's accounts. Immediate effect."

There was a brief pause. "Confirmation code?"

"Alpha-seven-delta-nine-four-two," I recited from memory.

"Processing now, Ms. Graham. All supplementary cards linked to Connor Hudson will be deactivated within sixty seconds. Would you like a confirmation notification?"

"Yes," I replied, then ended the call.

I slipped the phone back into my pocket just as Wade stepped closer, his breath hot against my face.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice you ignoring me?" he snarled, his face flushing with anger. "You're not even listening to what I'm saying!"

"On the contrary," I said, meeting his gaze with a calm that seemed to unnerve him. "I'm listening very carefully."

Something in my tone made him falter for a moment, but his confidence quickly returned as he pulled out his own phone.

"Since you clearly need a reminder of who's in charge here," he said, tapping the screen aggressively, "let me introduce you to some real authority."

The phone rang loudly in the sudden silence that had fallen over the office. Every employee within earshot had stopped pretending to work, their attention fixed on the confrontation unfolding before them.

"Put it on speaker," someone whispered—probably Diana Walsh, the senior sales rep who had been watching Wade with thinly veiled contempt all morning.

Wade's lips curved into a cruel smile as he accepted the video call and tapped the speaker button.

Rebecca's face filled the screen, her perfectly styled hair and heavy makeup a stark contrast to the simple ponytail and minimal cosmetics I'd chosen for my undercover role.

"Dad?" Her voice was high, affected. "What's going on? I'm in the middle of something important."

"So am I, sweetheart." Wade's voice changed entirely when speaking to his daughter—becoming almost obsequious. "We have a situation down here in sales. Some new girl who needs to be taught a lesson."

The camera panned, and suddenly Connor's face appeared beside Rebecca's. My fiancé—the man whose entire lifestyle I had been funding through supplementary credit cards—looked annoyed at the interruption.

"What is it, Wade?" Connor asked, his tone dismissive. "I'm in the middle of reviewing quarterly projections."

"Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Hudson," Wade said, his spine straightening as he addressed Connor with a deference he showed no one else in the office. "But this new employee—Grace—is causing problems. Disrespectful attitude, insubordination. I think she needs to be terminated immediately."

Rebecca leaned closer to the camera, her red lips curving into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Put her on, Dad. Let me talk to her."

Wade turned the phone toward me, his expression triumphant.

"Go ahead," he said. "Say hello to the future CEO's wife."

Rebecca's eyes narrowed as she looked me up and down. "So you're the new girl my father mentioned. Let me make something very clear to you—and to everyone else in that office who might be listening."

Her voice hardened, taking on a brittle edge that reminded me of breaking glass.

"If you don't show proper respect to my father and the rest of your superiors, you'll find yourself out on the street faster than you can blink. And that's not all." She glanced at Connor, who nodded encouragingly. "If the entire sales staff can't manage to show the appropriate deference, then maybe it's time we found a whole new team. One that understands how things work around here."

The threat hung in the air, chilling in its casual cruelty. Several employees exchanged worried glances, their futures suddenly precarious because of Wade's vendetta against me.

I stood perfectly still, my expression neutral despite the storm raging inside me. What Rebecca and Connor didn't realize was that their elaborate power play was about to collapse—because the cards they were so confidently playing had just been permanently revoked.

The phone screen flickered as Connor's face appeared beside Rebecca's, his expression a perfect blend of irritation and superiority. The entire sales office had fallen silent, every employee watching the drama unfold like a live corporate telenovela.

"Is there a problem with my fiancée's father?" Connor demanded, his eyes narrowing as they fixed on me.

I stood perfectly still, my face a careful mask of neutrality despite the rage simmering beneath my skin. Fiancée. The word hung in the air between us, loaded with deception.

"Mr. Hudson," Wade said, his tone obsequious as he held up the phone. "This new employee—Grace—has been disrespectful and insubordinate. I was just explaining to Rebecca that we might need to terminate her position."

Connor's lips curled into a dismissive smile. "Well, that's easily handled. Rebecca, darling, why don't you tell this... Grace... who's in charge around here?"

Rebecca leaned closer to the camera, her red lips curving into a predatory smile. "Listen carefully, Grace. You're just another employee who needs to learn her place. And let me make something very clear—" she glanced at Connor, her expression softening with practiced adoration, "—Connor and I are getting married. So you'll show proper respect not just to my father, but to your future CEO and his wife."

The office temperature seemed to drop several degrees. I could feel every eye on me, waiting for my reaction.

"Is that so?" I asked softly, my voice steady despite the hurricane of emotions inside me.

"Absolutely," Connor replied, his arm sliding around Rebecca's shoulders. "In fact, we're celebrating tonight at Le Bernardin. The staff there knows me quite well."

I nodded slowly, as if processing this information. "How convenient."

Wade's face flushed with triumph. "So you understand now? You're nothing special here. Just another body we can replace whenever we want."

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my decision settle around me like armor.

"No," I said quietly. "I don't think you understand at all."

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone again, this time activating the screen so everyone could see it.

"My name," I continued, my voice growing stronger with each word, "is Grace Graham."

The silence that followed was absolute. Even the background noise of the office seemed to vanish.

"Grace Graham," I repeated, looking directly at Wade's suddenly pale face. "As in Graham Enterprises. As in the company that owns this building, this division, and every property Connor has ever set foot in."

Wade's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. "That's... that's impossible."

"Is it?" I turned my phone toward him, displaying the executive access screen that confirmed my identity. "I think you'll find it's quite possible. In fact, I think you'll find that Connor's entire lifestyle—his apartment, his car, his restaurants—is funded through supplementary credit cards linked to my family's accounts."

Connor's expression shifted from arrogance to confusion. "Grace? What are you talking about?"

"The cards," I said simply. "The ones that pay for everything you own. They've been frozen."

The color drained from Connor's face as the implications sank in. "You can't do that."

"I already have."

---

Two hours later, I sat in my apartment reviewing the security footage from Le Bernardin. Connor had arrived with Rebecca on his arm, both dressed impeccably for their "celebration dinner."

"Mr. Hudson," the maître d' greeted him with familiar deference. "Your usual table?"

Connor nodded expansively. "Of course. And a bottle of the '15 Montrachet to start."

I watched as they were seated at the prime window table, Rebecca preening under the attention of the staff who clearly knew Connor as a regular—or at least, someone who had been spending my family's money lavishly.

The waiter approached with the wine list and menu selections. Connor ordered confidently—lobster bisque, foie gras, the chef's special preparation of sea bass. Rebecca added truffle supplements to her order, giggling as she squeezed Connor's hand.

When the bill arrived—$872 before tip—Connor reached for his wallet with practiced ease.

"I've got this," he said, producing his platinum card.

The waiter processed the transaction, then returned a moment later with a puzzled expression.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hudson. It seems your card has been declined."

"That's impossible," Connor snapped. "Try it again."

The waiter did, returning with the same result.

Connor's face flushed as he pulled out another card. "Use this one."

Declined.

A third card. Declined.

A fourth. Declined.

I could see the panic rising in his eyes as he realized what was happening. Rebecca's expression had shifted from confusion to embarrassment to anger.

"Connor," she hissed, "what is going on?"

He fumbled for his phone, his hands shaking as he dialed a number he thought he'd never need to call.

"Grace," he said when I answered, his voice cracking. "We need to talk."