Taming the CEO Who Washed My Feet​

1 The press conference to introduce the new CEO’s wife is tomorrow, and I’m the main event. No one at the office knows yet.

I can hear the snickers of my female colleagues from the breakroom. They're gossiping about the new secretary who was just fired for trying to seduce Mr.

Knight. “She should have taken a good look in the mirror. Does she really think a man like Mr. Knight would ever fall for her?” “Seriously.

Talk about punching above your weight.” I hear every word as I stand just outside the door. I turn with my coffee and walk back to my tiny, windowless cubicle.

Sitting down, I open my messaging app and send a text to the contact pinned at the top, "Mr. Knight." You're sleeping on the couch tonight.

After all, no one knows that the untouchable Vincent Knight they’re all talking about was washing my feet just last night. … “Did you hear?

The new secretary tried to make a move on Mr. Knight and got kicked out.” In the breakroom, a few of my colleagues were cackling.

I stood in the doorway, mug in hand, hearing everything with perfect clarity. “As if he’d ever look at someone like her.” “I know, right?

Some people are just delusional.” I turned and walked back to my little cubicle, the one without even a window.

I sat, opened my phone, and tapped out a message to the contact at the top of my list, “Mr. Knight.” You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.

No one knew that the man they considered a god, the great Vincent Knight, had been washing my feet the night before.

And no one knew that the press conference tomorrow, the one to introduce the mysterious Mrs. Knight, was all about me.

My name is Ava, the hidden majority shareholder of this company and Vincent Knight’s legal wife.

I took this secretarial job because Vincent said the office culture had gotten toxic lately, and he wanted me to go "undercover" to see what was really going on.

I thought I’d be catching a few employees slacking off. I didn’t expect to find a nest of vipers all trying to claw their way to the top.

Jessica, the prettiest girl in the administration department, was now swaying into my cubicle.

She slammed a thick stack of documents onto my desk. “Ava, get these printed and distributed to every department before you leave.” I looked up at her. “That’s an administrative task.” Jessica sneered. “Right now, I’m your superior.

You do what I say. Got it?” I glanced at the stack. The top sheet was the itinerary for tomorrow’s “Mrs.

Knight Introduction Gala.” “I heard you got thrown out after trying to deliver coffee to the top floor today,” Jessica leaned in, her voice a low hiss. “Ava, a person needs to know their place.

A man like Mr. Knight is not someone a piece of trash like you can even dream about.” I just smiled, saying nothing.

I was, in fact, “thrown out,” but only because Vincent had tried to kiss me in his office, and I’d pushed him away.

He’d walked me to the door with a pout on his face, and Jessica, who was passing by, must have caught a glimpse and assumed the worst. “Still smiling?

Get to work!” Jessica rolled her eyes and stomped away on her stilettos. I picked up the documents and ambled over to the printer.

Passing the breakroom, I saw the same group of women was still there. “Hey, what do you think the boss’s wife will be like?” “Definitely some supermodel, or an heiress from a powerful family.” “One thing’s for sure, it won’t be a plain Jane like Ava.” I listened to their chatter, feeling nothing at all.

I was just wondering what their faces would look like if they knew the “plain Jane” they were mocking held 40% of the company’s stock. My phone vibrated. Mr.

Knight: Honey, I was wrong. I’ll never try anything in the office again. Mr. Knight: The water for your foot bath is ready. Can I please not sleep on the couch?

I replied with a single word: No. Putting my phone away, I saw Jessica furtively stepping into Vincent’s private elevator. It required a fingerprint and a passcode.

How did she have the passcode? I narrowed my eyes. This “undercover mission” was getting more interesting by the minute.