They Bullied The CEO’s Daughter Without Knowing Who I Was Chapter 02
“Don’t you dare talk about my mom and dad!”
Amber and I started fighting. Stacy pulled us apart and glared at me.
Her eyes looked like she wanted to eat me.
I flinched.
Amber grabbed Stacy’s arm. “Stacy, fire her! If she stays, she’ll just try to seduce Mr. Caldwell!”
Mr. Caldwell?
She meant my dad?
I shouted, “I’m not trying to seduce anyone. Mr. Caldwell is my dad!”
Amber and Stacy froze.
Amber leaned in to study me, then laughed. “Did you hit your head? Everyone knows Mr. Caldwell is a thirty-something golden bachelor. He’s not married. How could he have a kid? And definitely not one your age.”
“Besides, you don’t look anything like him. I’d believe you were his housekeeper before I’d believe you’re his daughter.”
I protested. “I don’t look like Dad, but I look like Mom. And Dad keeps it quiet because of Mom’s job—”
Smack!
I don’t know what I said, but Amber slapped me again. “Say one more thing that ruins Mr. Caldwell’s reputation, and I’ll kill you!”
I covered my face and sobbed.
Stacy pulled Amber back.
Then she turned to me with disgust. “Quit crying. You‘re not a little kid. You messed up, so deal with it. What’s your name? What department?”
I looked down, miserable.
“Stacy’s talking to you! Playing deaf?” Amber reached into my pockets. “Where’s your badge?”
I panicked. “I don’t have a badge.”
Stacy’s frown deepened. “No badge? You a contractor? No—contractors have badges too…”
Amber ripped my pocket open, tearing a big hole. Then her fingers closed around something hard.
“Got it! You lying bitch. ‘I don’t have a badge,’ my ass.”
She pulled it out. A school ID.
It clearly said: [Paige Caldwell– Grade 7 – Homeroom 204.]
Amber slapped the ID against my face.
“No badge, so you use your sister’s school ID to sneak around? Stacy, what’s the fine for this?”
Stacy coughed. “That’s a fifty-dollar fine. Goes into the office pizza fund.”
Amber held out her hand. “Pay up. Now.”
I looked at my empty pockets. “I don’t have cash…”
“Then Venmo me. Double. One hundred.”
Why was she being so mean?
I was angry and upset.
Mom had taken my Christmas gift money to invest, to teach me about finances. Dad was worried about giving me too much cash.
So at school, my weekly allowance was a hundred dollars. She wanted my whole week’s allowance.
I didn’t want to give it, but she was so scary—like a witch from a cartoon.
“Pay up! Or else—” Amber raised her hand. I flinched.
I pulled out my watch. Stacy showed me her payment QR code.
She smirked. “What brand of sport watch is that? Spending money like water. No wonder you sell company secrets.”
I tried to say I didn’t.
Amber threw a disciplinary form at me. “Sign it and get lost.”
I didn’t understand it, but Mom taught me never to sign anything without reading.
I backed away quietly.
Silent refusal.