Bethany Wilcox, the girl who constantly boasted about her wealth, came to my company for an interview. Despite giving a disastrous performance, she somehow triumphed over all the candidates from prestigious universities and secured the position. “Oops, sorry, I wasn’t prepared well. Let’s do it again.” The interviewers exchanged awkward smiles, frozen on their faces. And so, her exclusive interview dragged on from morning till night. When the lights dimmed, the interviewers, finally relieved, each wore a long face and announced that everyone in the company had to stay for overtime. That evening, the wealthy girl posted a video. In the video, she said, “The first day of inheriting the family business started with an interview where I hid my identity.” I quickly called my mom. “Spill it. Do you have an illegitimate daughter, or am I not your child?” Today, the company had an interview session. Although all the candidates had finished and left, the interview wasn’t over yet. “The interviews are done, so why haven’t our superiors come out yet?” An employee, desperate to get a signature from the superiors, was pacing anxiously. “Shh, be quiet. The future female heir of our company is still in there,” someone whispered. “What?” another person asked. “She came for the interview. She posted a video yesterday.” Everyone perked up, exchanging whispers. The gossip group chat was buzzing with excitement. I opened the video through a link shared in the group chat. [What should I wear to the interview tomorrow?] In her video, the spacious walk-in closet looked strangely familiar, and in the corner, there was a sexy nightgown given to me by my best friend! I quickly called my butler, Kevin O’Conner. “Kevin, is everything alright at home?” “Uh, Ms. Stoddard, everything, everything is fine,” Kevin said, his usual calm tone faltering. I could tell he was holding something back. A chill ran down my spine. I had a bad feeling something was wrong at home. “Ms. Stoddard, how is your mother’s health? When will you be back?” “She’s still undergoing treatment. I’m not sure when I’ll return.” After high school, I received an elite education abroad. Half a year ago, my mother fell seriously ill, so I brought her overseas for treatment. Now that her health was under control and I had finished my studies, I had returned as per her wishes to take over the family business. To understand the situation of my company, I secretly returned to my home country and, relying on my own abilities, applied for a job at my company. I never expected to find myself in a “true or false daughter” drama. Looking at the clothes and accessories strewn across the floor, I felt my anger rise. I was eager to find out who was behind this mess. That evening, the imposter updated her video. [The first day of inheriting the company, starting with an interview where I hid my identity.]
The next day, someone in the gossip group posted a photo of her commuting to work. Bethany, donning oversized sunglasses and toting a Hermes bag, strode out of the car with an air of arrogance after the driver opened the door for her. The car was mine, and so was the bag. Bethany was shorter than me, and from the slightly loose suit she was wearing, it was clear that the suit belonged to me as well. Before she even reached the elevator, the fashionable employees in the gossip group had already stripped her down, analyzing her from head to toe. “Daughters from wealthy families really are different. The clothes she wears could buy a whole house.” “I envy her so much, and I’d love to be friends with a rich woman like her.” “Who wouldn’t want to latch onto someone like that?” But soon, their opinions changed. On her first day at work, Bethany took the team leader, Brad Williamson’s seat. She claimed that the background of Brad’s seat looked better for shooting videos. Brad’s smile went from flattering to fake. On her second day, Bethany took credit for a colleague’s report. On her third day, she inexplicably scolded a colleague. In the videos she posted every day, her superiors were eager to give her the best spot; she wrote amazing reports in minutes and criticized her colleagues for being useless… She portrayed herself as a workplace elite. Her colleagues became her comparison group, and her fans started calling us “Waste No. 1”, “Waste No. 2″… Watching her superiors fawn over her while her colleagues dared not speak out, I was thoroughly disappointed with the company’s management. I had filled pages in my little notebook with notes.
Soon, the time for the department product presentation arrived. I worked overtime for several days to prepare the PowerPoint for the product introduction. Just as I was about to present, Bethany came toward me, holding her phone and live-streaming. “Aaliyah Stoddard, what are you doing standing here? Don’t you see the superiors don’t have water? Go get some!” she said. Bethany casually flicked her hair, her gaze drifting. A hint of guilt flashed in her eyes. “Such a lack of awareness.” “Fans, I have to be strict. These employees are so lazy.” I squinted, pretending to be dismissed by her. I glanced at her livestream, where a group of fans were praising her as an excellent, independent woman. I couldn’t help but sneer, standing outside the door but not leaving. Bethany had deliberately tried to get rid of me, and I knew she was up to something. She stepped onto the stage, opened the PowerPoint, and began presenting with a serious expression. “Hello, everyone. I’m Bethany, the presenter for this product. “I’m new, so the PowerPoint isn’t perfect. Please guide me.” Hearing this, my teammates exchanged glances and looked at me with a gloating expression. I folded my arms and glared at them. The intimidation in my eyes made them shrink back. I had to admit, Bethany’s voice was sweet, and she read through the slides word for word. The entire room applauded her. She stood there proudly, like a rooster, with a smirk on her face as she winked at the phone in her hand. “Excuse me, what’s the design concept behind this product?” A sudden voice interrupted, and the applause ceased instantly. No one expected someone to ask a question. Bethany froze on the spot. All eyes turned to me. “Uh, the concept… well, it’s… it’s all about increasing profits, yes, profits,” she stammered, her face turning red. The room fell silent for three seconds, and then the department manager stepped in to smooth things over. “It all comes down to one thing. It’s all for the company!” he said, and everyone clapped in agreement. I felt like I had swallowed a fly. I did not expect the marketing manager could be so lacking in principles. It seemed clear the company had a long way to go. I sighed in frustration. It was after this incident that Bethany became my enemy. “I ordered coffee and desserts for everyone,” Bethany said. Sensing her colleagues’ dissatisfaction, she began buying food for everyone more frequently. “Thanks, young lady!” one colleague said. “Shh, don’t say that. I don’t want to expose my identity,” Bethany whispered. Slowly, she won over my colleagues with her sugary tactics. “Oops, Aaliyah, I forgot you were still here. I didn’t get anything for you,” she said, with clumsy acting. However, her poor acting had the most obvious effect. As a result, I was isolated by everyone.
The second half of the year’s product sales conference was about to begin. Brad assigned me to handle the service work. “Isn’t service work just being a waiter? “Hah, I was just joking. Aaliyah, you need to prepare well. You must handle the service properly.” Bethany covered her mouth and exchanged glances with her colleagues. Upon watching the chaotic team atmosphere, my patience was running thin. Brad, powerless against the undisciplined culprit, had no choice but to wait until Bethany finished her performance before continuing, his face expressionless. “This time, the president of Virex Global Group, Damian Caldwell, will be attending in person. Everyone needs to be on their best behavior.” “Mr. Caldwell, really?” “Mr. Caldwell is a golden bachelor, the heartthrob of the finance world!” Brad’s words were like a drop of water in a hot pan. All the female colleagues began chattering, their faces filled with admiration and anticipation. Bethany looked as though she was deep in thought. I couldn’t help but feel helpless, thinking to myself, “Why did this troublemaker have to show up?” The company placed great importance on the product sales conference. In order to secure Damian’s investment, the department had been working overtime for a week to ensure everything would be flawless. On the day of the event, Bethany, who wasn’t originally involved in the reception, showed up at the venue early. “Brad, Aaliyah comes from an ordinary family. She’s never seen such a big event. “I’ll handle the reception for her,” she suggested. “No, this reception is too important. It’s going to decide next year’s orders. You have no experience!” Brad immediately shook his head, refusing. “It’s fine if something goes wrong. I’ll take responsibility. Brad, don’t forget, and I’m going to be the company’s heir,” she said with an air of certainty and subtle threat. Under Bethany’s determined, almost menacing gaze, Brad finally relented. It worked out perfectly for me. I wasn’t in any rush to face Damian. As the largest investor, Damian made his grand entrance last. Damian had a tall, lean figure and sharp features. It seemed as though he carried the wind with him, walking into the venue amidst compliments from others. Bethany’s face flushed crimson, her eyes dreamy, as she stepped forward to greet him. Damian, however, walked straight past her, his eyes scanning the room. “Dear Damian, I’m Bethany. I’ll be your host today,” she introduced herself. “Are all your company’s employees this familiar with everyone?” Damian replied with a sharp tone. “Well then, tell me about the design concept of this product, its application scenarios, market predictions…” “Uh… I…” Bethany couldn’t help but scratch her head, her gaze darting around, silently pleading for help. After all these years, Damian’s tongue was still as sharp as ever. Unable to contain myself, I let out a laugh. Hearing my laugh, Damian turned his gaze toward me and flashed a rare smile. Bethany, on the other hand, turned beet red, and her heart raced, thinking Damian was joking with her. “Damian, you’re so naughty! My father is the boss of Stod Group, and I’ve heard from him that our families are old friends.” Damian suddenly turned his head toward her, his cold, appraising gaze freezing her in place. Bethany took a step back, visibly startled by his scrutiny. “Sorry, but my Caldwell family is not acquainted with the Wilcox family.” The Caldwell family had ties to the Stoddard family, not the Wilcox family. Without the Stoddard family, no one would even know who my father was. The employees around us were all awkwardly blushing, and Brad looked like he was about to lose his mind. “Mr. Caldwell, my apologies for not welcoming you properly. I’m Steve McLean, the company’s vice president,” he hurriedly stepped forward. “Bethany, don’t just stand there! Apologize to Mr. Caldwell; he’s just messing with you,” he said, exasperated. “Uncle Steve,” Bethany muttered, twisting her hands and sneaking glances at Damian. The other company executives around us exchanged amused glances. I thought to myself, “With such an unrefined leader at Stod Group, it’s no wonder the company is on the decline.” I clenched my fists. Stod Group was founded by my grandfather and has been the pride and hard work of the Stoddard family for three generations. Now, only my mother and I remain of the Stoddard family, and I will not allow anyone to ruin Stod Group.
The product sales conference turned out to be passable but far from perfect. Damian raised an eyebrow at me, and I nodded in response. We agreed to meet later at the café downstairs. “Why did you come over today?” “You’ve been gone for so long, and now that you’re back, you don’t even say a word. I had no choice but to come see you myself.” “Don’t you miss me?” he teased, a playful grin on his face as he threw flirtatious glances at me. “What’s going on with Bethany?” “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her soon!” We hadn’t had a good conversation in a long time, and neither of us noticed the pair of angry eyes watching us from outside the café. When I returned to the office, I noticed that my colleagues were looking at me strangely. “Hmph, some people really don’t know their place. How dare she set her sights on Mr. Caldwell?” “Right! She’s trying to hook up with Mr. Caldwell during a company event and ruining the company’s reputation!” Two of my colleagues, with whom I had been on good terms, began gossiping. “Aaliyah, how dare you come back here after trying to seduce Mr. Caldwell? You’ve completely neglected your work. Do you even want to keep your job?” Bethany pointed at my nose, her face twisted with anger. “That’s nonsense. Damian and I are friends,” I retorted. Bethany and the other women laughed as though they’d heard the funniest joke. “You bumpkin, dreaming of marrying a rich man? It’ll never happen!” “Yeah, you’ll never marry into money in your life!” I glanced around at the mocking faces, then gave a slight smirk. “I just wanted to let you all know that due to Bethany’s poor reception, everyone in the marketing department has had their year-end bonuses canceled. “Since you’re all so happy about this, I assume you have no objections?”
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