Cruel Foreman Humiliated By Undercover Ceo In Downtown Rainstorm!
Previously: A ruthless foreman's day of bullying takes a shocking turn when his new "rookie" reveals a secret that shatters his world, leading to a public downfall in the freezing rain.
The Unveiling
Vivian Beaumont, emboldened by his perceived victory, stepped forward with vicious acceleration. His hand swung back, aiming a stinging blow across Jack's face. But Jack was faster. In a blur of motion, his gloved hand shot upward, snatching Vivian's wrist in an iron grip. The air cracked with the sound of leather on leather as the blow was halted inches from its target. Vivian's arrogant smirk evaporated instantly, his eyes widening in shocked disbelief as his breath hitched. He stared at Jack's unyielding strength, paralyzed.
"Worker safety protocol section nine: physical assault on line workers warrants immediate termination."
Jack's voice was razor-sharp, chilling in its composure, each word delivered with precise, controlled force. Vivian struggled, his face contorted with a mixture of pain and panic, but Jack's grip was unshakeable. Rising smoothly to his full, towering height, Jack applied a controlled joint lock, wrenching Vivian's captured wrist. The foreman grimaced, his body bending forward in helpless agony. Authentic physics dictated his discomfort, his aggressive posture now a posture of desperate pleading.
"Unhand me! I'll have you blacklisted and starving on the streets by nightfall!"
Vivian's voice trembled, a frantic sneer laced with desperation. But Jack's steel-blue eyes remained fixed on him, boring into the foreman with ruthless authority. Rainwater continued to stream down Jack's chiselled jawline, a stark contrast to the foreman's rapidly paling face. With his free hand, Jack calmly reached for the zipper of his soaked orange boiler suit. He pulled it down, revealing a bespoke charcoal Savile Row three-piece wool suit underneath. An engraved platinum conglomerate executive crest, the symbol of Sterling Global, caught the amber streetlamp's reflection, glinting like a promise of power.
"Beaumont Steel was acquired by Sterling Global at dawn. I am Jack Sterling, your Chief Executive Officer."
The words dropped like stones into the stunned silence. Vivian's breath hitched again, his sallow face draining of all color. His jaw trembled uncontrollably, his throat bobbing as he fought to swallow against a wave of suffocating panic. The world he knew, the power he wielded, had just crumbled into dust around him.
”The world he knew, the power he wielded, had just crumbled into dust around him.