My Revenge Manifests Every Time They Slander My Name
Language: en
The women in the office had a sick obsession with turning everything into a sexual rumor. If I wore a dress, it was to "seduce men." If my employee number was eight, they whispered I was a high-end escort, "Technician Number Eight." One colleague, a decent guy, once tried to defend me. Tara Jenkins just scoffed. “It’s just a joke, hon. Does she still want that full-time offer or not?” That was her secret weapon—holding our internships hostage. It wasn't until the day I went to headquarters to drop off files and hitched a ride back with the Chairman that Tara finally found a rumor she could…