Serving My Boss Lady

Morgan Lee sat in her office chair, watching the city lights flicker like dying stars. The whiskey in her hand burned as she took a sip, but it wasn’t enough to silence the ghosts of her past. Not tonight. Tonight marked the anniversary of her parents’ deaths—and the night she would finally take revenge. She tapped her fingers against the rim of her glass, watching as the red liquid swirled, dark and rich, like freshly spilled blood. And just like that, the memories surfaced... dragging her back to that night. “Morgan, please, stay inside tonight, it is too dangerous outside, you know your dad has many enemies. ” Her mother’s voice had been gentle, pleading. “Listen to your mother,” her father added, his tone firm. “It’s not safe. And you are just 21yrs, still a kid you shouldn't be going clubbing.” They had locked her door. A desperate attempt to keep her inside. She had smiled at them, promising she wouldn’t go out. A lie. As soon as they left, she pried open her bedroom window, slipped out into the night, and met her friends waiting beyond the estate walls. The club had been loud, pulsing with music, the taste of rebellion sweet on her tongue. She had danced, laughed—never knowing that, miles away, her world was burning. Gunshots. Screams. Blood. Her mother had rushed to her bedroom, heart pounding, only to find the open window. A sob caught in her throat. Where is she? Where’s my daughter? She turned to find her husband, just as a gunman took aim. “No!” She lunged, shielding him with her body. The bullet tore through her chest. Morgan’s father caught her as she collapsed, blood spilling from her lips. Rage replaced grief. He laid her down carefully, grabbed his gun, and turned—only for the Triad Tong boss to fire a bullet into his back. He fell, lifeless, beside his wife. "The mafia searched the house, hunting for Morgan. But when they couldn’t find her, they left." Morgan stumbled through the gates, still dizzy from the alcohol and the loud music that had filled the night. The gate was wide open. She paused, a chill creeping down her spine, but shrugged it off as nothing more than an oversight. Her feet carried her forward, each step a little unsteady, until— She froze. The front yard was a scene of destruction. Bodies—too many bodies—lay scattered across the ground, some twisted at odd angles, others still. Blood. It pooled in places, staining the earth beneath. The house was in ruins. The door swung on its hinges like a grotesque warning. Morgan blinked, the alcohol clouding her vision clearing with each passing second. Her breath hitched in her throat. She rushed inside, her heart pounding. No. Her mother. Her father. Lifeless. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed beside them, her hands trembling as she reached out. “Mum. Dad.” The words were weak, torn from her chest in a strangled cry. She shook them—again and again—hoping, praying that this was all some horrible nightmare. But there was no response. Their faces were pale, their eyes wide open, void of life. Gone. Her heart ached. It’s my fault. The words echoed in her mind. If only she had listened, stayed home like they asked. If only she hadn’t snuck out that night, they might still be alive. Even tho deep down she knew that even if she was there there was nothing she could have done but she refused to believe it. Her tears blurred her vision, but she didn’t care. A rasping cough broke through her grief, sharp and painful. Morgan lifted her head, eyes falling on her father’s right-hand man, his body slumped against the wall. He looked barely alive, his breaths shallow and weak. “It was the Triad Tong...” he wheezed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. “They... they killed them... all of them.” His voice faltered, and before she could say anything, he slumped forward, his breath leaving him in a final, ragged sigh. Morgan sat there in the blood-soaked silence, her parents’ bodies cold against her. The hours stretched on, and as the first rays of morning broke through the windows, she finally stood, her legs shaking but resolute. Her heart was broken. Her world was shattered. But as the sun rose, painting the sky with hues of red, Morgan made a vow. She would take revenge. No matter how long it took, no matter the cost—she would make them pay. That night, Morgan Lee, the carefree party girl, died. In her place, someone new was born—someone colder, sharper, unbreakable. She buried her parents herself, digging through the cold earth with raw, bleeding hands. No ceremony. No tears. No one could know. If word got out that the Lee family had fallen, vultures would descend, eager to claim what was left of their empire. She knew the truth would come out eventually. But for now, she had to keep it hidden.” So she locked away her grief. She had no time for mourning, Instead, she made a vow over their graves. She would take revenge. -- Days later, while searching through her father’s office, she found a hidden compartment behind the bookshelf. It took hours of trial and error, but finally, with a soft click, the lock gave way. Inside, she found stacks of files, yellowed with age but carefully preserved. At the top sat a single envelope. Her hands trembled as she unfolded the letter. --- My dear daughter, If you are reading this, it means your mother and I are no longer in this world. And it means my instincts were right. I have left behind these files for you. I hope they can be of use. But Morgan—do not rush into revenge. The Triad Tong Mafia are powerful and ruthless. One wrong move, and you could end up just like us. Be careful, my daughter. Be smarter than me. Use this information wisely. And always remember—your parents love you. —Your father. --- Morgan thought she had no more tears left. She was wrong. The ink blurred as silent sobs wracked her body. For the first time since that night, she let herself break. But only for a moment. Then she wiped her eyes, folded the letter, and made her decision. That same night, she disappeared. For three years, she trained. She became the weapon her father should have been. She built an empire from the shadows, recruiting men who owed her their lives, men willing to bleed for her cause. Now, she was ready. Tonight, on the anniversary of her parents' deaths, she would strike. A sharp knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. “Come in,” she called, quickly wiping away a tear she hadn’t realized had fallen. Her right-hand man stepped inside, bowing slightly. “My Lord, everything is ready. We are ready to move now.” Morgan exhaled, the ghost of her former self vanishing as she downed the last of her whiskey. “Let’s go.” She strode out of the office, the weight of her vow settling over her like armor. Tonight, the Triad Tong Mafia would fall—even if she had to die to make it happen.