Message from UberEats App (A$$h*le Customer):
You’re now officially 15 minutes late, so I’m docking your tip for every second my dinner isn’t in my hands.
By the way, this was my first—and likely last—time using this app…

The moment I received that message, I should’ve opened the guy’s $300 pasta and wine order and thrown it out the window.

If I wasn’t in desperate need of the money, trust me, I would’ve.

By the time I deliver the order to a hotel suite in Manhattan, I’m soaked from the rain, exhausted, and shocked as hell at who the customer is.

Dominic Sutton.

As in billionaire Dominic Sutton—and the selfish a$$hole who runs the other place I work.

I really should’ve kept my mouth shut…

When he has the audacity to tip me 3%—three freaking percent—I snap. I tell him exactly what I think of his revolving door of interns, his policy that staff can’t even look him in the eyes, and let him know he’s the worst CEO in the world.

The sexy smirk on his face makes it clear that my rant doesn’t faze him in the slightest.

That’s when I take his pricey food and storm back downstairs to my car.
(Yes, it tasted amazing…)

I honestly thought he’d forget all about me—he has far bigger things to worry about.

Until I get to work the following Friday.
There’s an email waiting for me:

Subject: Report to the executive floor to see me. Now.

Something tells me I’m about to find out just how ruthless—and selfish—this man really is.