THRONE OF RECKONING My Supervisor Dismissed Me To Satisfy The Chairwoman’s Daughter But He Never Realized He Was Speaking To The True Successor

The environment in the data division of Vance Corporation at 3:00 p.m. was typically drowned in the steady noise of keyboards and the urgent movement of documents. On this particular Tuesday, that everyday calm was destroyed by a harsh, piercing slap. A thin paper folder was hurled violently onto my workspace, sliding across the shiny surface. I raised my head gradually, pushing my inexpensive, thick, dark-framed spectacles up the bridge of my nose. Standing before me was Thomas, a supervisor who held a moderate title but conducted himself with the undeserved confidence of a royal heir. He wore a custom-fitted charcoal suit with a loosely tied silk necktie, a weak attempt to achieve an upper-class appearance. The expression in his eyes held undisguised disgust.

Collect your things, Thomas commanded, his voice echoing throughout the open-plan workspace. Human Resources will deliver the official dismissal letter this afternoon. Do not bother coming in tomorrow.

His voice was loud enough for every staff member in the area to hear. Curious glances immediately turned toward my corner. There I was, an unremarkable, modest intern hidden behind piles of messy spreadsheets. Some coworkers threw me sympathetic looks, while others grinned in amusement. In the ruthless arena of corporate life, watching an unknown person get thrown out was free entertainment.

And the justification is? I asked quietly. My voice revealed none of the alarm he was so eagerly hoping to see.

Thomas sneered, leaning his heavy body forward and placing both hands firmly on my desk. The justification? Absolute incompetence, slow performance, and seriously harming the reputation of this organization. Do you think Vance Corporation operates as a shelter for useless wanderers? He paused, dropping his voice to a threatening tone. Let me be direct with you. This is a direct instruction from Mia, the Chairwoman’s daughter. She looked at your report yesterday and considered it completely unacceptable. Now, leave before I have security drag you to the sidewalk.

Hearing Mia’s name, I couldn’t help but laugh. The soft chuckle sounded incredibly out of place in the tense room. Mia was the biological child of Professor Sterling from his earlier marriage, a man who had married my mother several years ago. She was a self-deceived brat whose only skills were spending money recklessly and strutting around falsely asserting to be the heir to the Vance Empire. Thomas frowned, his face reddening with anger. He reached out, attempting to snatch the employee identification lanyard from my neck.

What are you chuckling at? Remove the badge and leave!

I pushed his hand away. The motion was gentle but decisive, carrying enough force to make him stagger back. Slowly, I took off the thick glasses and set them neatly on the desk. These glasses had been my disguise for the previous three months, hiding my sharp gaze and a face deliberately kept out of the press by my mother to protect my privacy. Without the lenses, my demeanor became piercingly sharp.

You claim I am a disgrace to the organization, I repeated deliberately, staring into Thomas’s unsteady eyes. And you assert this is an instruction from the Chairwoman’s daughter. So, let me ask the Chairwoman directly and see if she is aware that her organization has suddenly changed ownership.

Thomas burst into loud laughter, mocking me to the breathless staff members. Did you hear this madman? Ask the Chairwoman directly! Even department heads schedule appointments a month ahead. Getting fired has driven you insane!

I ignored him. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a worn, screen-cracked mobile phone—part of my disguise as a struggling nobody. I accessed a highly restricted encrypted application and tapped the only contact saved in the directory: Mom. I placed it on speaker. The entire office was completely silent as a video call connected.

The image of a woman in her late fifties appeared. Her face radiated absolute authority, framed by intense eyes and a perfectly styled updo. It was Helen Vance, the Iron Lady of Wall Street. Lisa, I am listening, she said, her voice dropping like an explosion in the room. What occurred that required you to use the secure line?

Thomas’s eyes widened in absolute terror. His legs began to quiver. I maintained my relaxed tone. I apologize for interrupting, Chairwoman, but Supervisor Thomas here just informed me that my sister, Mia, wants to remove me from my own family’s organization. I simply wanted to confirm when an outsider with a different surname was allowed to take over your authority.

On the screen, my mother’s eyes became icy. Who is Thomas? Put him on the screen.

I pushed the phone toward Thomas. His face was a sickly pale white. Madam Chairwoman, I am Thomas Reed, he stuttered, his voice oozing with flattery. There has been a huge misunderstanding! I had no knowledge about Miss Lisa’s identity!

My mother’s voice was frozen. I sent my biological daughter there as an intern to learn the operations, not for you to mistreat her. Stay exactly where you are. I am coming down personally.

The screen went dark. Thomas stood frozen in place, streams of cold sweat soaking his forehead. He frantically grabbed the dismissal notice off my desk, tearing it into small pieces and throwing it in the bin. He started to beg, blaming Mia for everything. I simply sat down, crossed my arms, and watched his pathetic attempt to change the story.

Right at that moment, the tapping of designer heels echoed from the hallway. Mia walked in, wearing a tight red dress and carrying a six-figure Birkin handbag. She marched toward my desk, unaware of the fear in the room. Thomas, why is this garbage still sitting here? I told you to remove her!

I stood up, my commanding height overshadowing hers. You label me garbage, Mia? I asked. Tell me, do you have any idea whose money bought that bag you are holding?

Mia’s face turned bright red. My father is a distinguished professor! I am his daughter, and I will be the legal successor! You are just some random child! You are dismissed!

Since when did Vance Corporation adopt your surname? a freezing voice echoed from the doorway.

The employees parted like the Red Sea. Chairwoman Helen Vance walked in, followed by security executives. Mia’s face lost all color. Aunt Helen! Why are you here?

In this building, you address me as Chairwoman, my mother snapped. You declare yourself the successor? You dismiss my employees? She turned to me, her expression softening into pride. You did wonderfully, Lisa. You observed the true character of the people here.

Then, she faced the department. I am officially announcing that Lisa is my only biological child and the sole legal successor to Vance Corporation. There is no second in line.

Thomas collapsed to the floor. My mother wasted no time. Secretary Taylor, terminate Supervisor Thomas immediately. Initiate a full investigation into his financial misconduct. If there is fraud, hand him to the FBI. As for Mia, remove all her titles. Reassign her to the logistics department in the basement. Her salary will be minimum wage. Zero benefits.

Following the announcement, two security guards pulled a sobbing Thomas away. Mia fell to her knees, her lavish lifestyle disappearing in an instant. My mother turned to me. As of this moment, Lisa’s internship is finished. She is now Special Assistant to the CEO with complete executive authority.

Before leaving, I walked over to Lily, the only intern who had dared to defend me. I placed my notebook in her hands. It contained all my core analysis of the Westside Smart City project. Keep this, Lily. We need people with ability and a clear conscience. I will be monitoring your career closely.

As the elevator doors closed, my mother looked at me. This is only the beginning, Lisa. Your rise will disturb many interest groups. I nodded, fully prepared for the battle ahead. My new office awaited me, along with a gold-plated nameplate: Lisa Vance.

The next day, I abandoned the intern look for a custom navy-blue suit. My first order of business was meeting Chairman Turner of Apex Capital, a giant who had seen through my undercover work. As I waited for my car at the entrance, Mia’s boyfriend, Kyle, pulled up in a flashy red sports car. He started to mock me, unaware of the shift in power. You think you own the place? Get on your knees and apologize to Mia!

I checked my Patek Philippe watch. Move out of the way. My ride is here.

Kyle laughed until a massive, midnight-black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled into the driveway. A uniformed chauffeur stepped out and bowed deeply to me. Miss Vance, Chairman Turner sent me to escort you.

Kyle’s jaw hit the concrete as I stepped into the luxury cabin. Go home, Kyle, I said coldly. How many days your father’s company has left depends entirely on my mood.

The heavy door closed with a solid thud, leaving the fools behind as I glided toward the Apex Capital Tower. The internship was over, the disguise was finished, and the era of Lisa Vance had officially begun. The removal of the dishonest was only a signature away.