Ruler of Wall Street

Chapter 4

A tall, curvy woman in black stockings walked in with some documents. "Mr. Philemon, I'm your personal secretary, Sherry Defoe. These are the documents Mr. Gosse mentioned."

"Okay, does the legal representative of Beauty Advertising Media need to be changed to my name too?" Dylan asked as he picked up the last document.

It wasn't that he suspected anything; he just thought it unnecessary. As the owner of the group and chairman of its subsidiary, Beauty Advertising Media, it seemed redundant to also be the legal representative.

"Mr. Philemon, this is as per the will. Many big companies have their owners also serve as legal representatives. It keeps things simpler," Sherry explained.

"Oh, that makes sense." Without overthinking, Dylan signed his name.

"Mr. Philemon, there's a bed in the office suite if you need to rest," Sherry said with her voice tense. This blatant attempt to seduce him made her feel deeply ashamed, but she had no choice under Byron's pressure.

"No need. I want to go to Beauty Advertising Media now." Dylan, despite his lack of management skills, understood her implication. However, he was more eager to confront Helen now instead of enjoying such s****l benefits.

Hearing this, Sherry breathed a sigh of relief. If Dylan had accepted her offer, she wouldn't know what to do.

"Alright, I'll arrange for a car," Byron offered.

"No need. I can get there myself. I know where Beauty Advertising Media is." Dylan stood and walked out.

Once Dylan left, Byron's demeanor shifted from subservient to smug. Leaning back in the leather chair, he lit a cigar and eyed Sherry's figure greedily. "Sherry, your work performance is well-recognized, but in this field, gratitude is more important than talent. I can make you the boss's secretary or demote you to cleaning toilets. I heard your parents are ill and your brother is jobless and always causing trouble. Your whole family relies on you. Imagine what would happen if you lost this job."

He paused to watch her expression and then started again, "Of course, don't be nervous. Just spend the night with me, and if you please me, you could become the executive assistant, maybe even a vice president."

Sherry's heart sank. This wasn't Byron's first attempt at exploiting her. He had groped her several times before, which she had endured with tears. But now he was being explicit, so shamelessly. She couldn't outright refuse, so she forced a smile. "Mr. Gosse, I understand. I will repay your kindness. But it's customary for someone to accompany the boss to a new company, so I'll go escort him first."

"Huh, go ahead. Just remember what you promised." Byron wasn't in a rush. As long as Sherry remained in the company, she'd eventually be under his control and subject to his whims.

After Sherry hurried out of the office, Byron's face twisted into a dark scowl. "Stupid slut, you think sucking up to Dylan will save you from me? Humph!"

He picked up his phone and dialed Sidney, the vice chairman of Beauty Advertising Media.

"Mr. Gosse, any instructions?" Sidney answered after just one ring.

"Sidney, the boss is on his way to you. Treat him with utmost respect, like he's your master. Do exactly what he says, without question. Got it?" Byron ordered.

"Understood. Don't worry." Sidney agreed hastily. Even if Byron hadn't said it, he knew what to do.

'This is the big boss. Everyone at the headquarters would kill for a chance to impress him. Now that the opportunity has come to me, I'll make sure to seize it.'

***

Meanwhile, Dylan had just arrived at the entrance of Beauty Advertising Media when a scantily clad female employee called out, "Stop! Who let you in?"

Other employees, hearing the commotion, turned to look and started whispering.

"Who does this f*****g delivery guy think he is? How dare he show up here? Does he even know where he is?"

"Isn't that Helen's useless husband? He's ere to see her, no doubt. Bad timing, though."

"Yeah, Helen's in the general manager's office with the young Mr. Gibson right now. They'll be done soon, haha!"

The employees had just been informed that the big boss was coming, so they were all lined up at the entrance, waiting to greet him. They hadn't expected Dylan to show up instead.

"Well, well, isn't it Dylan? Your wife's quite the wild one. If you'd come a few minutes earlier, you could have caught the show live. Mr. Gibson's still f*****g your wife. Wanna see your slutty wife in action?" the general manager, Sean, walked out and mocked Dylan.

Dylan coldly replied, "I am the boss you're waiting for. I'm officially notifying you that you're fired."

"Hahaha, that's the funniest thing I've ever heard! A broke delivery guy like you, claiming to be the boss? What a joke!" Just then, Alexander came down. His arm was wrapped around Helen, and his hand was groping her chest as he spoke.

Helen playfully slapped Alexander's hand away, then turned to Dylan with a haughty expression. "What are you doing here? Did you hear I got promoted to the department manager and come begging for a handout? Well, you're not getting a cent. The divorce papers are ready. You've got nothing worth splitting. Seeing trash like you makes me sick. Stop blocking the way for our boss and get lost!"

"Helen, it's you b***h who needs to get out, along with these bastards. You'll all regret this," Dylan said coldly.

"Hahaha, regret? Did you hear that? This broke loser says he'll make us regret it! Funniest thing I've ever heard. A guy who can't even afford underwear without holes thinks he can make us regret? Fine, since you're here, sign the divorce papers and get lost." Helen threw the pre-prepared divorce papers in Dylan's face.

"What are you all doing? Who gave you the nerve to treat our boss like this?" At that moment, Sherry walked in with her high heels clicking on the floor.