On my first day as CEO of the pack company, an accident occurred. While heading to my new office, I overheard a board meeting. Eric, my advisor, cautioned, "I can only stay beside you. You must handle everything yourself."
I proceeded to the meeting room. Overhearing their discussion, I learned they believed I was Alpha Martin's illegitimate daughter, returned to usurp my brother's inheritance.
Eric opened the door, and I entered confidently. Their shock was palpable. They glanced at Eric, who glared at them, and immediately bowed, recognizing him as the beta.
"I overheard you," I said, my sassy tone widening their eyes. Eric smirked, clearly enjoying the situation.
"Sorry, Miss Natalia! We apologize," a board member stammered, clearly only regretting their audibility, not their words.
I addressed them confidently: "Hello, everyone. I am your new CEO. And for your information, I am not an illegitimate daughter."
Their surprise was evident. They glanced at Eric, who confirmed my legitimacy: "She is Alpha Martin's long-lost daughter. She was missing for years, but now she's back and deserves what is rightfully hers."
They bowed profusely, apologizing for their assumptions and offensive remarks. I responded calmly, "It's okay. If you're sorry, work hard for me. Help me run this company as you helped my father."
News of Alpha Martin's daughter's return spread quickly throughout the pack. People were curious, despite a law prohibiting phone recordings. Alphas from other packs even expressed interest in meeting me. However, my brother (The sentence is incomplete and needs clarification).
Despite my inexperience in the business world, I quickly established a strong position. People, previously bowing out of obligation, now respected my business acumen.
"Boss, are you saying we're going to the seaside now?" my secretary, Damia (whom I'd appointed after becoming CEO), asked incredulously.
"Yes. I can't trust others implicitly. I've learned that lesson. I need to check everything myself."
Knowing our pack's history in the seafood business, I wanted to inspect the aquatic products warehouse.
We traveled to the seaside late in the afternoon. Finding the warehouse filled with spoiled shrimp and fish enraged me.
"Who is in charge?" I demanded.
The responsible party apologized for his negligence, but I suspected foul play, demoting him and replacing him. My strong presence energized the staff, replacing their usual laziness with renewed vigor.
Returning to the car in the evening, Damia noticed the yachts.
"Boss, do you want to ride a yacht?" she asked.
One yacht, decorated for a wedding, caught my eye, triggering memories of my wedding to Adrian and his refusal to go on the honeymoon, leaving me alone on a similar yacht.
"Boss, are you listening?" Damia asked.
I looked away from the yacht, the memory of Adrian abandoning his bride still painful.
The passage is significantly improved. However, some parts still need context or clarification (marked in parentheses) for a complete and coherent narrative.