"Holly, I’m warning you. You’d better let go of me. Otherwise, no one will be able to protect you," I said, my voice laced with restrained anger.
But she didn’t back down. Instead, she tightened her grip. Her bloodshot eyes were filled with hostility.
"Are you threatening me?" she asked, hissing.
"I am the CEO’s secretary, Holly Green. Everyone respects me. You should be the one begging me!"
Before I could reply, the clients at the table chimed in, eager to flatter her.
"That’s right. Everyone in San Diego knows Miss Holly Green is the reason the Woods Corporation is so successful."
"Eleanor, you only got your position because you're Mr. Woods’ trophy wife. What’s so impressive about that?"
"Exactly! She can’t even handle being called a vase without getting upset."
At that moment, I realized the truth.
To these people, my position as a sales manager meant nothing. They saw me as nothing more than James Woods’s wife, a title they believed held less value than a secretary’s.
I didn't know where they got their confidence, but it was time to remind them exactly who I was.
Holly basked in the flattery of the people around her, her chin practically tilted to the sky.