Chapter 4

My colleague and I opened Erin's social media at the same time.

On my end, only two posts were visible: one was about working overtime last month, and the other was yesterday's, with a picture of the HR appointment and text thanking the company and colleagues for their trust.

But on my colleague's end, there were over a dozen posts.

[Text: Someone said dining with me should be at a romantic place.

Picture: An atmospheric French fine dining restaurant.]

Looking at the date, I was working overtime writing the proposal at that time.

This restaurant is a popular spot for couples online. I had mentioned it to Leslie before, but he said these trendy places were overpriced and not worth it. In the end, we ate hotpot downstairs.

[Text: Collecting moments of accessible heartbeats.

Picture: A photo of them making heart shapes at an art exhibition.]

Although only one hand is visible, the watch on Leslie's wrist is the one I gave him.

Looking at the date, that day I was at the company revising the proposal. Leslie said it still wasn't good enough.

[Text: Just one look, and someone bought it right away.

Picture: The latest iPhone model.]

Looking at the date, Leslie gave it to Erin the day after I gave it to him.

At the time, he had hinted that his phone was broken but he couldn't afford a new one. I had just gotten paid, so I bought it right away.

When I saw he wasn't using it, I asked about it. He said it was stolen when he went out. He felt very guilty about it, and I was planning to buy another one when I got the bonus this time.

For the first time in my 25 years of life, I doubted my own intelligence.

Girls, spending money on men will bring you bad luck for eight lifetimes.

Looking through the posts one by one, my fists were clenched tighter than a fish-killing knife.

At this moment, I wanted to transform into an octopus so I could slap Leslie and Erin eight times at once.

Just as I was thinking this, Erin returned to her desk. When our eyes met, she glared at me fiercely. I used to think this young girl was quite cute, but now I realize she's actually quite ugly.

Especially when I saw the phone she put on her desk.

That phone was bought with my money!

My money!

Money!

I can't take it anymore!

I snatched the phone from Erin's desk and stormed into Leslie's office again.

Seeing me, Leslie's eyes visibly showed fear.

I handed the phone to his desk. "I found the stolen phone. Let's call the police."

Before Leslie could speak, Erin, who had followed me in, questioned me first. "Flora, why did you grab my phone?"

"Leslie said you stole his phone. He's going to report it to the police."

"What are you talking about? This is my phone."

Leslie lowered his head, not daring to speak.