Chapter 1

On the day I booked my premium MedSpa package, my coworker, Vivian, leaned over my desk, staring at my screen with pure envy in her eyes.

Over the weekend, she suddenly sent me a message on Snapchat: "Is that MedSpa you always go to really that good?"

I gave her a casual "yeah." I never expected to run into her at the clinic the very next day.

She was lying there, taking selfies with an expensive gold foil mask on her face. The aesthetician smiled and said, "This lady checked in under your VIP membership number, Chloe."

I swallowed my annoyance, thinking a basic facial was only about fifty bucks anyway. Whatever.

But when my bank notification popped up at the end of the month, my hands started shaking. In just two weeks, over twelve hundred dollars had been charged to my card.

I rushed to the clinic to check the records, and what I saw nearly made me faint.

She hadn't just been going there every week for high-end treatments herself—she had brought her daughter, Lily, for acne extractions, and her mother, Martha, for anti-aging therapy.

She had even booked deep-tissue stress-relief massages for her husband, Peter, and her father-in-law, Arthur!

To top it off, every single time, she demanded their most expensive tier-one specialist, plus a full set of premium ampoule serum infusions.

As I stood there shaking, holding the receipts, my phone buzzed. It was a voice note from her.