I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 61

Carmen’s voice was buzzing with excitement. “Yes, of course, Mr. Bragg! Right away!”

“Mr. Bragg, you’ve made a brilliant decision. Niamh is sharp, diligent, and quick on her feet. She’s the perfect person to take over for Blaire.”

“Mr. Bragg, Niamh…”

Jareth hung up the phone before she could finish, his expression souring even further. He’d been hearing that kind of praise all day, and it was starting to grate on him.

Cormac, of all people, had been particularly effusive, singing Niamh’s praises for what felt like an eternity. He’d even gone on about how Niamh’s lifelong dream was to be a designer and suggested Jareth transfer her to the design department.

A designer? Did he really think it was that easy? Just because she could string together a few sentences in German, she thought she could waltz into a design role?

What a joke.

The designers at Jareth Media were all graduates from top-tier universities with a proven track record of success in the field. Niamh hadn’t even finished college, yet she had the audacity to aim for a designer position? She really didn’t know her place.

And then there was William, who also couldn’t stop complimenting her.

“Niamh,” he thought grimly, “you’re certainly full of surprises.”

Well, if she was so impressive, he was determined to find out just how impressive she really was.

“Niamh, are you unhappy with the offer?” Jareth asked, his voice sharp.

He didn't like the reluctant look on her face. Anyone else would have been ecstatic. What was with her expression?

Niamh answered coolly, “No, not at all.”

“It’s an honor to be your secretary, Mr. Bragg.”

“It’s just… Mr. Bragg, about the salary… since I’ll be your secretary, is there any chance… it could be increased, just a little?”

“Niamh, you’re nothing but a cleaner! What right do you have to take my position?”

Before Niamh could process what was happening, the tall, slender figure of Blaire, dressed in a pristine white dress, was standing right beside her. Blaire’s eyes were blazing with fury, and she looked ready to tear Niamh apart.

Niamh instinctively took two steps back, trying to put some distance between them.

Blaire was known around the office as the ice queen. She never initiated conversation with anyone. In the few days Niamh had been at the company, they had passed each other in the halls, but Blaire had never so much as glanced her way. Not a single word had been exchanged between them.

It was common knowledge that Blaire was infatuated with Jareth, professing her love for him periodically, only to be rejected each time.

“Tell me, what makes you think you’re qualified?” Blaire shrieked again.

“Because I’m the CEO of this company!” Jareth boomed.