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I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 20

The loud bang made Usher jump back. Mr. Bragg had been in a surprisingly good mood when he arrived this morning, even greeting him with a “good morning.” What had happened in the last hour to make him so furious? Working for this tyrant was going to give him a heart attack one day.

He had originally applied for a position at the Bragg Group headquarters, but he’d been reassigned to be this man’s assistant. It was just his luck.

The meeting was about to start. Should he remind his workaholic boss that finding some woman could wait?

After a moment’s hesitation, Usher gently pushed the office door open and poked his head inside. “Mr. Bragg, it’s time for the meeting. The department heads are all waiting in the conference room.”

Something flew past his head and crashed into the doorframe.

Usher quickly pulled his head back and shut the door, narrowly avoiding a direct hit. He scratched his head, trying to figure out who this “idiot woman” could be.

Just then, Niamh walked by, carrying a mop and a bucket.

Usher’s eyes lit up.

It had to be her. Mr. Bragg had called her an idiot in the elevator yesterday. In the four years Usher had worked for him, he had never heard him call a woman an idiot before. She was the first. The memory was crystal clear.

As Niamh was about to start mopping, Usher hurried over. “Id— Ms. Lynn,” he corrected himself. “The CEO wants to see you in his office.”

Niamh dropped the mop without a second thought and marched toward the CEO’s office.

As she went in, Rhoslyn was coming out of Cormac’s office. “A janitor?” she thought, “What could the CEO possibly want with her?”

She cornered Usher. “What does Mr. Bragg want with Niamh?”

“I don’t know,” Usher replied curtly.

He didn’t like Rhoslyn. She used her relationship with Cormac, who was on good terms with the CEO, to throw her weight around. She would go out of her way to get rid of any colleague she didn’t like. It seemed Niamh was her new target. It was only her first day, and she was already surrounded by enemies.

“You’re his assistant. How could you not know?” Rhoslyn snapped, annoyed by his tone.

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