Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 260

Morning light filtered through the city as a custom black Maybach S-Class glided to a stop at the base of the Thompson Victory Technologies corporate tower, sleek and silent as a panther.

The car door swung open. A pair of long legs stepped out first, polished leather shoes planting firmly on the marble drive. Adrian emerged from the back seat, dressed in a deep gray, hand-tailored suit that hugged his athletic frame with effortless precision.

He turned just in time to offer his hand to Selene, who was preparing to step out. “My girlfriend~” he whispered, already slipping into character for the day.

Selene smiled, placing her hand in his. Together, they strode into the lobby, accompanied by the head of the Zentek Innovations acquisition team, as well as a small entourage of audit, finance, and tax specialists. The group moved with quiet purpose, drawing curious glances.

At the front, Selene and Adrian walked side by side. The Zentek Innovations project lead couldn’t help but notice the subtle details: Selene’s black suit was impeccably cut, its sharp shoulders and cinched waist accentuating her poised confidence. She and Adrian wore matching designer labels, and even their strides were perfectly in sync. The sight was striking—two formidable presences, perfectly matched.

Selene led the way toward the elevators, confident and familiar with the building’s layout after her previous visits.

“Hey!” The receptionist, teetering on heels, hustled over to intercept them. “Where do you think you’re going? Do you have an appointment?”

Selene turned, her voice even. “I’m Selene, the new Vice President.”

The receptionist scoffed. “You say you’re the new VP, and I’m just supposed to believe it? No one told me anything about a new VP starting today!”

Selene didn’t bother with a reply. It was obvious the woman had been put up to this by someone else. She had no intention of wasting time on petty theatrics.

Just then, the elevator doors slid open. The receptionist lunged for the doors, trying to block Selene’s path and even reaching out to shove her aside. But before she could touch Selene, the Zentek team stepped in, forming a solid wall between Selene and the flustered receptionist—ex-military, all of them, and they radiated quiet authority. They didn’t have to say a word; their presence alone made the receptionist shrink back.

Selene and Adrian entered the elevator. Selene glanced at the receptionist, her tone calm but final. “You might want to start packing up your things and settle your accounts with payroll. Don’t bother coming in tomorrow.”

The receptionist gaped. “You’re firing me? You can’t do that!”

Selene’s gaze remained cool. “I’m your superior. And you don’t need to remember my face—because you’re already out. And while you’re at it, let whoever put you up to this know they should clear out their desk, too.”

In the stark contrast of her black suit, Selene’s features looked even more striking—her skin pale and clear. She’d pinned her hair up neatly, and Adrian noticed the delicate blue mother-of-pearl hairclip she wore, its crescent moon accented with tiny stars.

“Selene, did you order them to do this to us?”

“Selene, this is out of line!”

Selene checked her watch. “The meeting was scheduled to start already. You’re all late. This year’s bonuses—consider them cut by thirty percent.”

One executive grumbled, “On what authority are you docking our bonuses?”

At that moment, Victor stormed in, eyes blazing. Spotting Selene at the head of the table, he barked, “Are you staging a coup?”

Selene’s voice was gentle but firm. “Dad, you appointed me as Vice President yourself, and I’m in charge of the acquisition. I’d appreciate your cooperation.”

Victor snorted, looking at her as if she were a child playing at business. “New broom, huh? Light your fires, Selene. Let’s see how long they burn.”