Lately, I noticed that my custom panties kept disappearing—a few pieces here and there, every few days. When I asked my husband Derek about it, he just shrugged it off, saying I must have carelessly misplaced them somewhere. At the company’s annual gala, while everyone was eating together, a system prompt suddenly echoed in my mind: [Mind-reading mode is now activated.] Before I could even process what was happening, another voice followed: [The thrill of being touched by Serena’s husband while wearing her panties is absolutely exhilarating!] [Harder… yes… I’m coming!] My blood ran cold as I looked at Derek sitting beside me. His hand was hidden beneath the table, and his assistant Vanessa was biting her lip with a flushed expression, as if she was trying to hold something back. They were flirting right here at the dinner table—in front of everyone! Fine then. Don’t blame me for spicing things up. 0 Before I could fully react, the voice in my head grew even more shameless: [Derek’s hand is so hot… this lace is digging into me so tight.] [Harder… feel good, yes! I’m coming!] Lace panties… Last week, Derek had taken me to a lingerie boutique to have them custom-made. Purple lace with an iris flower pattern. He said they’d look sexier on me. I wore them once, and then they vanished. The voice echoing in my mind—I recognized it immediately. It was Vanessa, Derek’s assistant. Our company only hired top graduates, yet she’d landed the assistant position with just a high school diploma. I always assumed it was because she was exceptionally capable. The truth is, she climbed her way up by sleeping with my husband. Derek’s left hand was clearly under the table, and Vanessa’s eyes had that distant, glazed look. Everyone was tipsy from drinking, so no one was paying attention to what was happening below. Hoping to confirm my suspicions, I deliberately dropped my fork and bent down to take a look. But Derek stopped me before I could. With a perfectly considerate expression, he said, “You’re wearing a dress—it’s not easy to bend down. Let me get it for you.” His smile was so warm and thoughtful. Flawless. Then, the voice returned: [Thank God Derek reacted fast, or they would’ve seen my panties on the floor. He’s so bad, pulling them off like that. But going commando feels kind of exciting!] My face went pale. The filth I was hearing made me sick to my stomach. Derek stood up, raising his glass and gesturing for everyone to follow: “Our collaboration with Mr. Sullivan went incredibly smoothly, and Vanessa played a huge role in making it happen. Starting today, Vanessa will officially become the Director of Project Division One!” The room erupted in applause. People stood up to toast her. Vanessa smiled sweetly, graciously accepting every glass raised in her honor. “Thank you all for your support.” [It’s so breezy down there… what a rush!] Derek noticed I hadn’t moved from my seat. He frowned. “Serena, do you have a problem with this?” I looked up and challenged him directly. “She’s the Project Director now? Then what am I?” Derek hesitated. Vanessa jumped in with a smug tone. “Serena, you’ve been Project Director for a while now, but you haven’t closed any major deals. Why not let me have the position? I’m confident I can do better than you!” I had been Project Director for five years. I’d signed dozens of deals. And as far as I knew, the entire company’s operating funds came from those deals. “Serena, you know how hard it was to land the Sullivan deal. Vanessa pulled it off, so she deserves this promotion.” “As for your position…” Vanessa seized the moment. “Mr. Thompson, I’m new to the director role and still getting the hang of things. How about Serena becomes my assistant to help me adjust?” Vanessa’s flirtatious act was absolutely masterful. Derek didn’t hesitate. He made the decision on the spot. I immediately protested. “I don’t agree!” Derek’s face darkened. I had just embarrassed him in front of everyone. “Serena! Personnel decisions are made by management. As an employee, you accept them!” Colleagues started whispering: “If you can’t cut it, step aside!” “All she does is collect a paycheck!” “I heard everyone who worked on the Sullivan deal with Vanessa got double bonuses!” “We backed the wrong horse!” I clenched my fists and slowly exhaled. “Fine. I’ll step down.” 0
Vanessa hadn’t expected me to give in so easily. The insults she’d prepared died on her lips. [What’s wrong with her today? Since when is she this agreeable?] She had no choice but to play nice on the surface. “That’s great, Serena! With you assisting me, I’m sure things will go even smoother!” That night, back home, Derek was clearly drunk. He stripped off his clothes and collapsed onto the bed. I stared at his discarded clothes, deep in thought. I crouched down and searched through his pockets. Sure enough—there it was. A purple lace panty with an iris pattern. I held back my disgust and stretched it open. There was an obvious wet stain on it. The thought of Vanessa stealing and wearing my underwear made my stomach turn. I ran to the bathroom sink and dry-heaved. Furious, I threw the panties right onto Derek’s face. But he was too drunk to even flinch. I collapsed onto the couch. Tears of humiliation and rage streamed down my face. The next morning, Derek came to me holding the panties, his eyes slightly evasive but his tone defensive. “Where did you find these?” I glanced at him coolly. “In your suit pocket.” He pressed his lips together. “The washing machine must’ve tangled them into my pocket. See? I told you they wouldn’t just disappear.” I took the panties from him. They’d been washed spotless. “But I’ve lost more than just this one pair.” Derek’s expression tightened. He quickly explained, “You probably left them somewhere around the house. Where else could they have gone?” Before I could press further, the doorbell rang. It was Vanessa. “Mr. Thompson, the meeting with Mr. Sullivan is almost time.” Derek immediately grabbed his briefcase and headed for the door. “Oh, Serena—be a good assistant and print out all these documents for me.” Vanessa shot me a condescending look, her tone dripping with contempt. [Bossing Serena around feels amazing.] I looked down at the files she’d sent me. Over a thousand pages. I didn’t know what she was planning, but I followed her instructions and printed everything. From my observations, I realized my mind-reading ability had limitations. I could only hear Vanessa’s thoughts, and only within about fifteen feet. Like right now—when I placed the printed documents on her desk, she didn’t even glance at them before slamming her hand down. “Are you stupid? You’ve been here long enough to know company printing standards! Key points need to be in bold! Go reprint everything!” “You only told me to print them. You didn’t—” She cut me off. “Do I have to spell everything out? Can’t you think ahead? The company doesn’t pay you to be a brainless waste of space!” I gritted my teeth and nodded. Before I even left her office, I heard: [So this is what being a director feels like. I’m going to put her in her place every chance I get!] Every chance? She wouldn’t get many more chances. 0
I reorganized the documents and reprinted them. As I was leaving the printer room, a colleague behind me started complaining loudly: “I waited an hour in line, and now the printer’s out of paper!” “One print job takes an hour? What a waste of everyone’s time!” “Acting like company paper is free!” “Never seen anyone so shameless!” I held the stack of papers and replied coldly, “Director Vanessa requested these prints. If you have a problem, take it up with her.” The colleague scoffed. “Director Vanessa? A director wouldn’t print this kind of stuff!” She shoved a piece of paper at me. The title read: [How to Seduce a Man: A Detailed Guide] I frowned and examined it closely. The content was full of cheap, sleazy tricks. “Someone as capable as Director Vanessa would never have you print something like this!” “Making things up without even trying to be convincing. Does she still think she’s a director?” “She’s just Vanessa’s little lapdog now!” I clenched my fists, instantly realizing I’d been set up. Vanessa had hidden this garbage among the thousand pages of documents. How thoughtful of her. The commotion drew Derek and Vanessa over. “What’s all this noise about?” The gossipy colleague immediately tattled to Derek. Derek exploded. “Serena, the company doesn’t pay you to play dirty games!” “Exactly, Serena. I thought you had real talent like me!” I calmly held up the paper so everyone could see it clearly. “This looks like a screenshot from some online post. But whoever took it wasn’t very smart—they forgot to crop out their profile picture.” Everyone leaned in for a closer look. “That profile pic… isn’t that Director Vanessa…?” Vanessa’s face went pale. [Damn it! How could I forget to crop out my picture!] She stammered out an excuse. “I accidentally sent that to Serena along with the other files… But Serena, as an assistant, you should’ve double-checked everything!” “What if you’d printed confidential materials for a client meeting this carelessly? You’d be damaging the company’s reputation!” The whispers continued: “Didn’t she say she never stooped to these tactics?” “Did she sleep her way to the top?” Vanessa’s face flushed red. Derek grabbed her hand to comfort her. “Vanessa’s abilities speak for themselves. I personally promoted her!” “Everyone has a private life. Let’s keep work and personal matters separate. Is gossiping about colleagues really appropriate?” The crowd finally dispersed. Derek glanced at me. “The Morrison deal has a networking event in a few days. Go with Vanessa and make sure we close it.” Vanessa immediately objected. “No!” 0
When no one else was around, Vanessa tugged at Derek’s sleeve, pouting. “Derek, let me go alone this time. I can handle it!” [As if I’d let Serena come. What if she steals my credit?] Derek looked conflicted. After all, I was the one who’d always dealt with Mr. Morrison. “Don’t worry, Derek. I’ve already familiarized myself with all of Division One’s projects. This deal is guaranteed to go smoothly!” “Besides, Serena couldn’t even handle a simple printing task today. She’d only embarrass the company at the event!” She turned to me with a sweet smile. “Right, Serena? You’re not going to shamelessly tag along, are you?” I smiled back and slowly pulled out an invitation from my pocket. “Well, Mr. Morrison already sent me a personal invitation. It would be rude not to go.” Vanessa’s face froze. She couldn’t believe it. “That’s impossible… That invitation was sent to the company!” I opened the invitation and showed her the inside. It clearly read: Invitee: Serena. “I’m not going as a company representative. I’m going as myself. Any other questions?” Vanessa clenched her teeth. [That bitch! How did she get a personal invitation to the event!] Derek cleared his throat. “Then we’ll split up. Division One will represent the company at the event.” I turned and left. Over the next two days, I dug out all my old meeting notes with Mr. Morrison. I prepared meticulously for the negotiation. I knew exactly how much Vanessa was worth. I couldn’t let her destroy the client relationship I’d carefully cultivated. The day of the event arrived. Mr. Morrison warmly welcomed me and even arranged a private lounge for me. Shortly after, Vanessa and Derek arrived with a few key team members from Division One. They approached Mr. Morrison with smiles and toasts. I stayed quiet in the background. Vanessa shot me a gleeful look. [She’s like a pathetic little rat! Without Derek, she’s nothing!] I smirked and picked up a glass of red wine, walking straight toward her. As I passed by, I “accidentally” stumbled, splashing wine all over her dress. Vanessa shrieked. “Serena, are you insane? This is designer! Can you even afford to replace it?” “Oh, I’m so sorry.” I made a show of trying to wipe it off. Derek instinctively steadied Vanessa and snapped at me. “Serena! Since when are you this careless? Don’t you know how important tonight is for the company?” “Are you trying to sabotage Vanessa’s pitch to Mr. Morrison?” I calmly offered a solution. “I have a spare dress in my lounge. Go change—it’ll work for now.” Vanessa stormed off, cursing under her breath. I smiled. A while later, Derek spotted Vanessa emerging and quickly called her over to meet Mr. Morrison. “Mr. Morrison only has thirty minutes for us.” Vanessa nodded and began her pitch with a smile. I watched from a distance. She started squirming, pressing her thighs together. Her face grew increasingly strained. Even her speech became halting and confused. Her voice echoed in my mind again: [Ah! It burns down there!]
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