Undercover Boss's Takeover

The new project was short on staff. Over everyone's objections, I pulled three former colleagues out of an overlooked department where they'd been warming the bench for years. The four of us became the project's core team.

The bonus was generous, the workload light. They all said I was their lucky charm.

Three months later, with delivery just around the corner, I passed the break room and overheard them talking.

"The biggest credit for this project belongs to the three of us. Why should Chloe get an equal share of the bonus just because she recommended us? She barely did any real work."

"Exactly. Let's talk to the director. We'll say all the core work was done by us, that she's not up to the task. We'll apply to have her removed from the contributors list."

"Just thinking about not having to split those tens of thousands with her—it feels amazing."

I pushed the door open. They stared at me, stunned. I smiled.

They wanted to kick me out?

Too bad. I was the director who parachuted in to evaluate them.

"I've finished revising the project acceptance report. I removed Chloe's name."

I was on my way to the break room to get some water. Those words froze me in place.

The speaker was Tasha Parker—the same woman who had once cried and begged me to bring her onto the project team.

"Good. She may be the project lead, but what has she actually done these past three months? All she does is sit in meetings and sign papers. We wrote all the real code."

That was Vinny Owen, chiming in. His skills were mediocre at best, but he was obedient—reason enough for me to make an exception and hire him.

"If she takes forty percent of the bonus, I've worked this whole year for nothing. Leadership looks at results. As long as we stick together, someone like her is easy to deal with. We need to find a way to make her leave on her own."

The last voice belonged to Patricia Brown—my number-one assistant on this project.

"No need to find a way. Just confront her."

There was a sharp edge to Tasha's voice. "The project's almost finished. The core data is all in our hands now. She doesn't understand technology. Without us, either the project collapses or she walks. Someone who just coasts along like her won't dare make a scene."

"Exactly! Let's do it that way. I've disliked her for a long time," Vinny added. "Always putting on airs, pretending to be a leader."

The three of them were perfectly aligned. What they seemed to have forgotten was this—

Three months ago, the company was facing layoffs.

It was these three who messaged me late at night, one after another, pouring out their misery. Elderly parents, young children, mortgages and pressure—begging me to pull them up before they sank.

I softened. I applied for extra slots and brought them into this year's top-tier core project.

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