I Built His Empire for 5 Years, But He Gave My Seat to His First Love

Three days before the company's annual New Year's Gala, I reviewed the final seating chart myself.

My eyes narrowed.

My seat had been reassigned to another woman.

Anna Pruitt.

The investor's niece who had parachuted into the company three months ago.

A suffocating pressure expanded in my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs. The seat beside Jonathan Gilbert wasn't just a chair—it was a symbol of status, a public declaration of our partnership. A promise he had once made to the entire company.

And now, he had given that place of honor to someone else.