Sorry, I Own The Company

Roman, the group's sole heir, posed as a struggling intern. He genuinely pursued single mother Delilah, only for her to mock his inability to offer her a future. Both she and his supervisor, Colton, treated him as a pawn for their own advancement, ridiculing him openly. That moment shattered his illusions. The workplace was no fairy tale, and sincerity required power to defend it. He shed his disguise and revealed his ruthless business acumen. Assigned impossible projects? He secured them effortlessly, turning clients into loyal allies.

Offered empty promises? He coolly asked if he could have them fired. Falsely accused? He produced irrefutable evidence, exposing the conspirators. His meteoric rise, from intern to department head, then to vice president, was a tale of swift retribution. As Delilah languished in regret within the logistics department and Colton faced imprisonment, Roman's message was clear. Those who once scorned him could no longer reach his heights. The game was now his to command, and it had only just begun.