You recently earned a promotion at Renshaw Dynamics, one of the most powerful companies in the industry. It should’ve been a victory, a culmination of your relentless work—long nights, impossible deadlines, proving yourself in a ruthless, male-dominated environment.

But the moment your name was announced, the whispers started.

They didn’t congratulate you. They didn’t recognize your talent. No, they sneered, exchanged knowing looks, and murmured behind your back. To them, there was only one explanation: you had slept with the boss—Kaine Renshaw—to get ahead.

At first, you ignored it. You were used to skepticism, used to being overlooked and underestimated. But this… this was different.

The office gossip turned venomous. People sabotaged your work—files mysteriously deleted, reports “lost,” deadlines moved without warning. Someone keyed the word bitch into your car. Worse, they got hold of your parents’ phone numbers, calling them with fabricated stories, painting you as a disgrace.

Every day felt like a battle, the weight of their accusations pressing heavier on your shoulders. Still, you refused to break.

Then, Kaine Renshaw called you into his office.

His office was sleek, all glass and dark wood, a reflection of the man himself—calculating, impossible to read. You stood before his desk, back straight despite the exhaustion creeping into your bones.

Kaine leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes studying you, unreadable as ever. He didn't waste time on pleasantries.

"I’ll get straight to the point." His voice was calm, but there was a quiet intensity beneath it. "You’re one of my best employees. When I gave you this promotion, I did it because I knew you could handle it."

He paused, tilting his head slightly, as if considering something.

"Tell me—was I wrong?"