Chapter 3

Leicester dragged me into the stairwell before releasing my arm, breathing heavily.

She pulled out her phone from her pocket.

"You need to see this."

On the screen was a chat log from a group called "Company Drama Watch."

I recognized this group.

Three months ago, IT had reported it.

"Employees created an anonymous gossip group. Should we deal with it?"

I'd said at the time, "As long as it doesn't affect work, let them be."

Now, this group was live-streaming a spectacle.

The latest message was from twenty minutes ago.

"OMG! Lena just called Nathan 'Daddy' on stage, and he actually went up to massage her foot!"

"I knew something was going on between them."

"That cup on Lena's desk is identical to Nathan's—matching couple's set."

Leicester scrolled the screen.

"Look up."

I scrolled up.

A message from three days ago.

"I secretly photographed Lena wearing Nathan's shirt!"

The photo was blurry, but you could clearly see Lena wearing Nathan's white shirt with nothing underneath.

Comments followed below.

"Wow, what a body!"

"I heard the sounds—she was so loud, like she thought no one else was working late."

"Poor Ruby at home having babies while getting cheated on."

A message from seven days ago.

"I screenshotted Lena's Instagram story. Check this out."

In the screenshot, two hands were intertwined, the man's hand wearing a Patek Philippe.

That was my gift to Nathan for his fortieth birthday.

The woman's hand was slender with nude pink nail polish, a pink hair tie around her wrist.

Caption: Celebrating day 99 with Daddy.

There were more disgusting conversations in the screenshots. I didn't want to keep reading.

But Leicester scrolled down further to the latest messages.

From five minutes ago.

"Look! Lena chased Ruby into the bathroom!"

"What's that bitch trying to do?"

"What else? Show off. I heard Nathan promised to marry her."

"Marry her? Doesn't Nathan have a wife?"

"New here? Everyone knows Nathan got his position through his wife. Now he's got wings and wants to fly away."

"What did Lena say in the bathroom? Did anyone hear?"

"Couldn't hear clearly, but definitely nothing good. That woman shouts 'Daddy' in the office every day. So disgusting."

"Once Daddy divorces Ruby, I'll be the boss's wife! Lena said this herself outside the bathroom door ten minutes ago. I recorded it."

Leicester clicked on the audio file.

Lena's voice came through the phone, dripping with satisfaction.

"That old hag wore that black dress today, looking like an unlucky crow. Daddy said she's gotten more and more boring lately. After the divorce, the company will be mine. Then you'll all have to call me the boss's wife..."

The audio cut off abruptly.

Leicester looked at me, her eyes filled with both anger and concern.

"Ruby, this..."

I closed my eyes.

Three seconds. Deep breath.

When I opened them again, all emotion had been suppressed.

"Give me your phone."

Leicester handed over her phone.

I quickly operated it, forwarding all those screenshots and recordings to my social media.

Then I made three phone calls.