The security guards grabbed Irish's arms, their grip tight and unforgiving.
They dragged her towards the door, her feet barely touching the ground.
Irish struggled, trying to break free from their grasp. But they were too strong, and she was no match for them.
They threw her out of the building, her body hitting the pavement hard. Irish gasped, the wind knocked out of her.
She lay there for a moment, dazed and disoriented. Then she remembered why she was there.
She had to see Mr. Thompson.
Irish struggled to her feet, her body aching.
"You are making a big mistake mister, not letting me in. I am the heiress to the Thompson empire"
The men laughed and retorted mockingly
"Haha, and I am the king."
Irish knew they weren't taking her seriously, of course they didn't believe her.
But she was desperate to get in, her ticket to a better life was behind the glass and polished door.
Meanwhile, back in the lobby after Irish was thrown vaguely out of the building.
The old man chairman Thompson appearance was made known to everyone in the lobby.
His face was stern and cold as he stepped out of the elevator and into the lobby.
His presence drew attention, as it was not common for him to visit the lower floors. He walked with purpose, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on the receptionist.
She looked up, a look of surprise on her face. "Mr. Thompson," she said, standing up straight. "Can I help you with something?"
The chairman's expression didn't change. "I'm looking for someone,"he said, his voice low and gravelly. 'A young woman with long, curly brown hair and bright green eyes. She's about 5'8" with a fit and toned physique. Have you seen her?'
The receptionist's expression changed from surprise to confusion. She thought of Irish, but quickly dismissed the idea.
After all, Irish was just a college student who had been thrown out of the building.
The chairman couldn't possibly be looking for her.
'No sir, no girl of such description has come by,' she said, shaking her head.
The chairman's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression unreadable. He was about to turn and leave when he heard a faint muffling voice coming from the door.
'Who is causing such chaos?' he asked, his voice firm. The receptionist smiled, relieved that the chairman was no longer asking about the mysterious woman.
'Sir, it was some college student. Don't worry, we dealt with her.'
Just as the receptionist finished speaking, the door burst open and Irish ran into the lobby.
"I have to visit the chairman."
Just as Irish said that, the bodyguards barged in as well.
"Stop there, hey!'
they shouted, their voices firm and authoritative. But Irish had no intention of stopping as she ran towards the receptionist area.
'What are you doing here, you insolent girl?' the receptionist glanced disdainfully at Irish.
'Chairman Thompson,' Irish said, trying to get the chairman attention. But before Irish was about to speak, the big men held her hands as they bowed to the chairman.
'Sorry sir, this girl...' they began to explain.
Slap!
Suddenly, a crisp sound echoed in the lobby, and everyone's necks craned towards the scene at once.
The chairman had slapped the receptionist across the face, his expression stern and unforgiving.
'How dare you threaten the young mistress in such a manner. The owner of this whole building,' he scolded at the receptionist, who was still reeling from the slap.
The words 'young mistress' and 'owner' hung in the air, and everyone was caught off guard.
The bullied girl was actually the young mistress of the entire building. The guards who were holding Irish's hands immediately let go, their faces filled with shock and fear.
They fell to their knees, their heads bowed in respect. The guard who had commented on being the king felt even more scared and afraid of his actions.
He had never imagined that the girl they were bullying was the owner's daughter. The chairman faced Irish with a sorry expression, shocking the crowds.
The rumoured chairman known to be ruthless and heartless was actually bowing and apologizing to a college student.
How unbelievable, everyone felt they were in some kind of mocking dream.
Irish looked at the chairman, her eyes filled with confusion and surprise. She had never expected this kind of reaction from him.
The chairman stood up, his expression still stern but with a hint of kindness in his eyes. 'Please, young mistress, forgive me for not recognizing you earlier. I didn't know you were here.'
Irish shook her head, still trying to process what was happening. 'It's okay, I understand. But I need to talk to you about something important.'
The chairman nodded, his expression serious. 'Of course, let's go to my office.' He turned to the receptionist, who was still reeling from the slap.
'You're fired, effective immediately. Get out of my building.'
As the chairman told the receptionist that she was fired, she looked at him with shock and disbelief. 'F-fired?' she stuttered, her voice trembling.
'But sir, I...' The chairman cut her off, his voice firm. 'You disobeyed me and disrespected the young mistress. You're lucky I don't do worse than fire you.'
The receptionist fell to her knees, begging for her job. 'Please, Mr. Thompson, don't fire me. I need this job to take care of my family. I'll do anything, just please don't fire me.'
She grabbed the chairman's legs, tears streaming down her face. 'I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to disrespect your daughter. It won't happen again, I swear. Just please, don't fire me.'
The chairman looked down at her, his expression unyielding. 'You should have thought of that before you disobeyed me,' he said. 'Now, get out of my building before I call security.'
The receptionist continued to beg, clinging to the chairman's legs. 'No, please. I'll do anything. Just don't fire me.'
But the chairman was unmoved by her pleas. He reached down and pried her hands off his legs, his expression firm. 'I said get out,' he repeated. 'Now.'
The receptionist slowly got to her feet, tears still streaming down her face. She gathered her things and left the building, still begging the chairman to reconsider.
The guards, too, fell to their knees, begging for mercy. 'We didn't know it was your daughter, sir. We would never have disrespected her if we had known. Please, don't fire us.'
The chairman looked at them, his expression softening slightly. 'As I said, you're lucky I don't fire you on the spot. But since you didn't know who she was, I'll let you off with a warning this time. But next time, make sure you know who you're dealing with before you act.'
The guards nodded, relief written across their faces. 'Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Thank you madam.'
Now everything was been dealt with,The chairman then turned to Irish.
'Now, shall we go to my office?' he asked, his expression serious. Irish nodded, still trying to process what was happening. 'Yes, let's go.'
She followed the chairman to the elevator, which head to the last floor of the building.