Chapter 4

On Friday night, the company held its grand annual gala at a five-star hotel.

Since the company was in the middle of a major IPO audit, everyone was there, along with several high-profile venture capitalists.

Ashley wore a plunging designer gown, arm-in-arm with Tyler as they made their grand entrance.

"The air here is so stuffy. It's nothing like the crisp air in the Swiss Alps," she complained loudly.

Tyler sat at the VIP table, laughing and drinking with the CEO.

Halfway through the night, Tyler put down his glass.

He announced loudly that he would invest $5 million into the company on one condition:

The CEO had to fire a "unprofessional, toxic" employee immediately—me.

To secure the investment, the CEO immediately called security to throw me out.

"Chloe Miller, pack your things and get out! Our company doesn't need people like you!"

Ashley sat next to Tyler, smiling victoriously.

Just as the security guards stepped up to grab me, I kicked over the massive champagne tower next to me.

At the same time, I plugged an encrypted USB drive into the control room computer.

With one click, the massive high-definition LED screen in the ballroom lit up.

The first gift was for Tyler.

The screen displayed clear bank statements and contract screenshots.

It showed the rental agreement for the luxury car Tyler drove tonight.

It showed his forged asset documents used to get high-interest loans from loan sharks.

It even showed text messages of him hiring actors to play his wealthy parents.

The crowd gasped. The CEO's smile froze.

"Turn it off! Turn it off now! This is fake!" Tyler screamed.

I ignored him and opened the second file—a special gift for Ashley.

It was a compilation video of Ashley's "clean, minimalist" life, filmed by a private investigator.

The background was a disgusting, cheap room in a rundown trailer park.

In the video, the glamorous Ashley was squatting on the floor.

She was using a dirty plastic bucket—the same one she used to wash her underwear—to cook cheap instant ramen.

Then, the scene cut to her walking down the street.

She reached into a public trash can, pulled out a discarded, broken lipstick, wiped it with a tissue, and applied it to her lips.

This video was the result of a month-long surveillance I paid for.

Looking at the filthy reality on the screen, and then thinking of her usual "clean freak" behavior, the executives and coworkers were horrified.

Several female coworkers actually gagged and ran to the bathroom.

I picked up the microphone, my voice echoing through the speakers.

"Your entire 'minimalist luxury' lifestyle comes from trash cans."

"You are a walking petri dish of bacteria."

Ashley covered her head, screaming as she tried to smash the screen.

"It's fake! All of it! Chloe is just jealous of me!"

The CEO was furious. The $5 million investment was a scam, and now his company's reputation was ruined.

He slammed the table. "Security! Call the police! Investigate these two frauds!"

Tyler and Ashley were pinned to the red carpet by security guards like wet dogs.

I watched them struggle, thinking my revenge was complete. I turned to leave.

But suddenly, Ashley broke free from a guard.

She pulled out a document stamped with a official hospital seal, waving it in the air.

"Officer! Help!" she shrieked at the arriving police.

"This is her psychiatric evaluation! She is a diagnosed psychopath!"

"She has homicidal delusions! She poisoned the drinks tonight to kill us all!"