Chapter 4

But she pressed down hard on the computer, her fingers rapidly scrolling through my SnapChat conversation interface.

"Work? Your work is having in-depth exchanges with CEOs from various companies on SnapChat, right?" Her voice was shrill, deliberately making sure everyone could hear.

"Come on, let me read a few lines for everyone to learn from!"

She cleared her throat, imitating an affected tone.

"'Mr. Hayes, thank you so much for today. I'd love to treat you to dinner sometime!' Look, a blatant invitation! Jane, don't you know this Mr. Hayes is a married man? His wife is famously fierce, and you still dare to throw yourself at him? You've got some nerve!"

I was almost amused by her stupidity. "It's just normal business courtesy. What else should I say?"

"Courtesy? Then look at this one!" She clicked open another chat window with the contact name "Old Hayes."

The conversation inside was indeed more casual, with me complaining about work being tiring and the other person reminding me to eat on time, the tone intimate.

"Oh my! You're even closer with this Old Hayes! Acting all sweet! Calling him 'Daddy'? How disgusting! What kind of fetish is this? Some rich old man must be keeping you! No wonder you get project after project. I bet your sugar daddy is this guy, right?"

Looking at her face twisted with jealousy, my inner mockery deepened.

Idiot, she can't even recognize my dad's SnapChat, yet she dares to call herself Mr. Hayes's daughter?

When I graduated, I made a bet with my old man that without using any of his connections, I'd join the company and close deals worth a hundred million dollars on my own merit, and then I could take over as general manager.

But I never expected that right before the finish line, I'd be humiliated like this by this clown who claims to be the chairman's daughter.

Fine, if you want to put on a show this badly, I'll play along to the end.

Let's see how much longer you can enjoy yourself.

Seeing that she had no intention of backing off and was instead escalating her invasion of my privacy, I completely lost patience.

I suddenly turned around, rushed directly into her office, grabbed her laptop, and returned.

"What are you doing! Put down my computer!" she shouted in panic.

I ignored her, my fingers randomly sliding across the touchpad.

Actually, I'd long heard rumors about Miranda's office affairs.

But everyone, out of deference to her position as supervisor, never mentioned it to her face.

I clicked open a hidden file. The next second, embarrassingly explicit moans and gasps streamed from the computer speakers.

"Is that voice Miranda's?"

"Playing it pretty wild, huh? Even filming yourself in the office as a keepsake?"

The surrounding colleagues instantly erupted in whispers.

Her face turned pale. She rushed over and snatched the computer, slamming it shut, shaking all over as she pointed at me.

"Jane! Stop framing me! I'm completely innocent! You must have just snuck in and copied that filth onto my computer!"

"The woman in that video is probably you! For projects, what wouldn't you do?"

But everyone still looked at her with suspicion.

She immediately stood up and loudly announced her identity.

"I didn't want to say this, but I'm the chairman's daughter! I came in undercover to help my father clean up the company culture! Employees like Jane who got ahead through improper means and maliciously slander others are exactly who we're targeting for removal!"

She looked around, her eyes carrying naked threats. "Anyone standing here watching and laughing at me today better think carefully about whether you want to have good days in this company in the future!"