Special Note: I've decided to make Nova and the others who join Trinity's harem aware of the Domineering Female CEO System existence so that they can enjoy humiliating Adrian Fury together after all a harem that mocks together well you know the rest. This change will take effect in chapter 8 thanks.
The Shield Group hallway buzzed with muted conversations as employees gathered to witness the unfolding confrontation. Trinity Solaris stood with effortless poise, her golden eyes gleaming with amusement as she sized up Stephanie Gray, the secretary who had dared to block her path. Nova Frost, her trusted confidante, leaned casually against the wall beside her, her icy silver eyes scanning the scene with thinly veiled disdain.
Stephanie's sneer remained plastered on her heavily made-up face, though her confidence wavered under the weight of Trinity's commanding presence.
"Let me get this straight," Trinity said, her tone calm but razor-sharp. "You think you're qualified to decide who does or doesn't belong in this office?"
Stephanie folded her arms, her cheap suit creaking under the strain. "Mr. Gregson hired me personally," she said, her voice dripping with self-importance. "I'm here to ensure only the real CEO gets access to this space."
The Domineering Female CEO System chimed in with mock incredulity:
"Host, meet Stephanie Gray: counterfeit credentials, counterfeit clothing, and now counterfeit confidence. Suggest immediate deflation."
Trinity's lips curved into a faint smirk. "Stephanie," she began, her voice silken, "do you know what separates real professionals from pretenders like you?"
Stephanie raised her chin defiantly. "What's that?"
"Standards," Trinity said, her golden eyes narrowing. "And clearly, you have none."
Nova chuckled softly. "Oh, this is going to be good."
Trinity tapped her tablet, projecting a document onto the hallway screen. The gathered employees murmured as they leaned closer to read the text.
"This," Trinity said, pointing to the glowing display, "is your resume. Or rather, the masterpiece of fiction you submitted to HR. Let's review, shall we? A degree from Princeton? Fascinating, since Princeton has no record of you attending. Five years of executive-level experience? Odd, considering your LinkedIn profile suggests your last position was as a receptionist at a gym."
Stephanie's confidence began to crack, her face flushing as murmurs of disbelief rippled through the crowd.
Nova stepped forward, her voice cool and cutting. "And let's not forget your references. I called one of them this morning. Turns out 'James Sterling, CEO of Sterling Industries,' is actually your cousin who works at a car wash."
The crowd chuckled, and Stephanie sputtered. "That's—that's not true!"
The system chimed gleefully:
"Host, Stephanie's ego has reached critical failure. Suggest proceeding to the next level of humiliation: wardrobe analysis."
Trinity's gaze swept over Stephanie's outfit, her smirk widening. "Speaking of professionalism, let's discuss your attire. That suit—you do know it's a knockoff, don't you?"
Stephanie stiffened. "It's not a knockoff!"
"Oh, it is," Trinity said smoothly. "The stitching is uneven, the fabric is synthetic, and the cut is three seasons out of date. But let's not stop there." She gestured to Stephanie's shoes. "Your imitation designer heels? In fact, I can see they're being held together with hot glue. What are you out of gum?"
The crowd erupted into laughter, and Stephanie's face turned an even deeper shade of red.
Nova added with a smirk, "If you're going to fake it, Stephanie, at least put in the effort. This is just embarrassing."
The system chimed with approval:
"Host and Nova, flawless execution. Stephanie's confidence has officially left the building."
Stephanie stammered, her voice trembling. "You—you can't just insult me like this!"
Trinity's smile widened. "Insult you? Stephanie, I'm educating you. Consider it a free lesson in what happens when mediocrity tries to masquerade as excellence."
The murmurs from the gathered employees grew louder, their respect for Trinity evident in their whispers.
One employee leaned closer to a colleague. "I've never seen anyone taken down like this. Stephanie doesn't stand a chance."
Another chuckled. "Trinity's not just taking out the trash—she's recycling it into humility lessons."
Stephanie's hands clenched into fists, her eyes darting to the crowd. "This is harassment!" she shrieked. "I'll report you to HR!"
Nova arched a brow. "Oh, you mean Mr. Gregson? The same HR supervisor who hired you on Adrian Fury's recommendation? By all means, Stephanie, report away. I'm sure he'll be thrilled to explain his hiring practices to Trinity."
The crowd murmured again, and Trinity's golden eyes gleamed. "That reminds me," she said, her tone casual. "Gregson instructed you to block me from entering my office, didn't he?"
Stephanie hesitated, her gaze darting around nervously. "I—I was just following orders!"
The system chimed with mock sympathy:
"Host, Stephanie's loyalty to Gregson is admirable. Admirably stupid. Suggest dismantling it next."
Trinity stepped closer, her voice lowering. "Stephanie, let me be clear. Loyalty doesn't excuse incompetence. And your incompetence is monumental."
Nova added with a smirk, "And apparently contagious. Gregson's decisions seem to be infected."
Trinity tapped her tablet again, projecting a series of emails onto the screen. The subject lines alone were damning: "Re: Blocking Solaris" and "Instructions from Adrian Fury."
"This," Trinity said, her voice sharp, "is what happens when you align yourself with people like Adrian Fury and Gregson. You become disposable. A tool with an expiration date."
Stephanie's confidence crumbled completely as she stared at the evidence. The gathered employees whispered louder now, their disdain for Stephanie evident.
"She's done," someone muttered. "No way she recovers from this."
Trinity turned away from Stephanie, addressing the crowd instead. "Loyalty is earned, not bought. Competence isn't optional—it's mandatory. And professionalism means more than pretending to be someone you're not."
The system chimed with finality:
"Host, Stephanie has been successfully neutralized. Suggest preparing for her disposal."
Trinity glanced at Nova, her golden eyes glinting. "Shall we move on to Hank?"
Nova smirked. "Oh, absolutely. I'm curious to see how many donuts it'll take to break his confidence."
The gathered employees chuckled, and Trinity's smirk widened. "Hank," she said, her voice carrying. "Your turn."
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