New Boss Around

The name Gabriel Andrade had once been synonymous with power. For three generations, his family built an empire in real estate and investments. With an iron fist, he led the company to billion-dollar profits — and left a trail of enemies along the way. Among them, his ex-wife, Yolanda: a smart, ambitious woman who, for a long time, was just the discreet shadow beside the emperor.

But now, the tables had turned.

— “You know what’s most ironic, Gabriel?” — Yolanda said, seated in her new CEO chair, slowly crossing her legs. — “You always said I wouldn’t understand your world… that I was only good for smiling at events and signing papers. Well… now I’m the one signing.”

Gabriel stood before her, shoulders slumped, eyes red, clutching a trembling folder full of financial documents. Yolanda had personally reviewed them. There it was: years of accounting fraud, shady transfers, offshore accounts — everything Gabriel thought would never see daylight.

— “You’re not going to report me…” — he said, his voice hoarse.

Yolanda smiled, cold as ice.

— “Report you? No, I said I had something better.”

She stood, walked toward him with the click of her heels echoing on the marble floor, and handed him a sheet of paper. It wasn’t a job offer — it was a script. A sentence disguised as an opportunity.

— “You’re going to work for me. At my side. Every single day. But not as Gabriel.”

— “…What do you mean?”

— “As Gabriela. My personal assistant. Elegant, refined, obedient. And gorgeous. You’ll go through everything: hormones, surgeries, aesthetics. I’ll hire the best professionals in the world. Not for you, of course — for me. Because I deserve an assistant who matches my status.”

Gabriel stepped back, disgusted, confused, desperate.

— “You’re insane.”

— “Or very clever.” — she replied, stepping even closer. — “It’s that or prison. Ten to fifteen years, if you're lucky. I have evidence. And lawyers who would love to make an example out of you.”

He hesitated. Thought about running. Thought about bargaining. But deep down, he knew: Yolanda had won.

The reflection in the mirror no longer belonged to Gabriel. Gabriela was there: long dark hair cascading over her shoulders, arched brows, full lips, a body sculpted by elite surgeons and world-renowned trainers. She wore a navy pencil dress and a structured blazer, perfectly matched high heels — everything curated to match Yolanda’s vision.

— “You’re late, Gabriela.” — Yolanda said as she entered the office, a modern-day goddess.

— “I’m sorry, ma’am.” — Gabriela replied, a faint blush touching her cheeks.

— “We have a board meeting. I want you glued to my side, as always. Documents ready?”

Gabriela handed her the folder with practiced elegance.

— “All reviewed. Including the Dubai contracts.”

Yolanda looked her up and down, clearly pleased with the creation she had molded. Gone was the arrogant, controlling man. In his place stood a woman shaped by submission — sophisticated, silent. Exactly how Gabriel once expected her to be.

— “Very good. After the meeting, we have a charity event. I picked out a new dress for you. Something red. I want you to shine.”

Gabriela nodded, heart heavy. Inside her, the memory of who she once was still pulsed. But with each passing day, that memory faded… and the smile she wore in public almost seemed real.

—

That night, while removing her makeup in front of the white marble mirror, she whispered to herself:

— “This is better than a prison cell…”

But the truth? Even she wasn’t so sure anymore.