They Framed the CEO for a Sex Scandal,So I Burned the Company Down and Came Back Richer

My biggest client and I had planned a mixer—a simple networking event. But the Gen-Z intern who'd just joined two months ago wrinkled her nose like I'd suggested something obscene.

"Mr. Hughes, are you seriously asking us to be escorts?"

I laughed, assuming she'd misunderstood. "The mixer's at our office. Both sides get to know each other, share some food, chat a bit. It'll make finalizing the contract after New Year's much smoother."

But Arlene Lambert's voice pitched higher, carrying across the open floor. "Everyone, look at this! The boss wants us to entertain clients."