Chapter 2

I smiled, but tears fell first.

No, I couldn't cry.

Tears were the most useless things in this world.

I took a deep breath and wiped away the tears with the back of my hand.

Then I clicked on another folder.

And there, I found a compressed file named "SQ."

Skylar.

I remembered, she was a female colleague from his marketing department, a freshly graduated intern.

The compressed file had no password.

I opened it. Inside were even more explicit chat logs.

"Arthur, you have to help me with this quarter's KPI~"

Followed by a selfie of Skylar in revealing black lingerie.

Arthur replied, "Be a good girl, baby. Do whatever I tell you to do, and forget about KPIs. Next quarter's 'Employee of the Month' will be yours."

Immediately after, there was a screenshot of a $50,000 transfer.

I expressionlessly backed up all the chat logs, transfer proofs, along with all the photos from that encrypted album, one by one, to my external hard drive.

By the time I finished, dawn was already breaking.

I walked into the walk-in closet. The luxury cabinet that covered an entire wall was a testament to Arthur's three years of pursuing me.

An Hermès Birkin bag, he said, matched my aura.

A Van Cleef & Arpels clover necklace, he said, would bring me luck.

And those Roger Vivier square-buckle heels, he said, he hoped I'd wear them, stepping closer to him with each stride.

Now, it seemed, these were nothing more than feed to keep his caged bird.

I found a few of the largest suitcases.

I packed all those bags, jewelry, shoes, coats... everything he had given me, leaving nothing behind.

Finally, I printed dozens of copies of the photos and chat logs, casually stuffing them on top.

I called the most expensive same-day courier service in the city, with the address filled as Nebula Solutions.

Recipient: Arthur Thompson.

I specifically noted: "Please ensure Director Thompson personally opens and signs for the package in front of his entire department."

After doing all this, I opened the largest anonymous forum in our industry.

Edited the title:

"Exposing Arthur Thompson, Marketing Director of Nebula Solutions, and his five 'Outstanding Female Employees'."

I uploaded all the backed-up evidence, redacting the women's information, leaving only Arthur's face and his sordid dealings, all clearly organized.

Send.

Finally, I opened my company email.

Recipient: All Employees.

CC: HR Department, Group Headquarters Disciplinary Committee.

"I, Olivia Hayes, hereby officially resign, effective immediately, due to personal reasons."