In my previous life, I, Juliet Wilson, was the company’s top sales performer, but when competing with intern Aubrey Fowler for a project proposal, she publicly accused me of plagiarism. I immediately refuted her claims and argued my case. However, my father Zachary Gordon, who was the CEO, said that Aubrey had already submitted her proposal to him the night before. With just one sentence, he determined that I had plagiarized. At the same time, another proposal of mine had major flaws that caused the client millions of dollars in losses. I couldn’t believe it. After careful investigation, I discovered that version wasn’t even created by me. Yet it was sent from my email account and bore my fingerprints. In the end, I was killed by the emotionally unstable client. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the time before submitting the proposal. ***** “Juliet, what are you daydreaming about? Is your proposal ready? Aubrey’s been talking tough, saying this client is definitely hers.” My colleague Emily Sanders nodded toward the front right, and I caught sight of Aubrey, dressed to the nines. In my previous life, she was just an intern who had been at the company for only a month, yet she boldly claimed she would steal away my three consecutive Christmas sales championships. Initially, I didn’t take her seriously. After all, this company belonged to Zachary anyway, so regardless of who won the sales title, we would ultimately benefit. But that stubborn streak in my bones started acting up again. Having been the sales champion for so long, how could I willingly hand it over to someone else? Especially to a newcomer. That’s how this project proposal competition came about—Aubrey and I competing fairly. Zachary even specifically emphasized that to ensure fairness, transparency, and openness, he would personally oversee the entire process. In my previous life, although Aubrey was flamboyant, she was always well-behaved in front of Zachary and didn’t seem skilled at dealing with leadership, so no one detected the hidden relationship between them. I never imagined she was actually Zachary’s illegitimate daughter, hidden away for years! Lost in thought, Emily mistook my silence for stress and continued cheering me on. “How could a newcomer possibly compete with you? Your resume stacked up would be thicker than her high heels. What kind of decent proposal could she possibly come up with?” My other colleague Faith Miller chimed in: “Mr. Gordon thinks so highly of you, this project is definitely yours. He’s probably just trying to give this arrogant intern a reality check. Don’t worry, just don’t forget to plan the celebration party.” In my previous life, I was confident about having a fair competition with her and stayed up all night completing my proposal. But the next day during the presentation, Aubrey publicly accused me of plagiarism. And Zachary stepped forward to testify for her, claiming she had already submitted an identical proposal the day before. In our industry, plagiarism is the most despicable behavior. I tried to defend myself, but Zachary didn’t hesitate to brand me as the plagiarist. The proposal I had repeatedly checked and ensured was flawless had also been tampered with, causing irreparable losses. I became the target of everyone’s criticism, bearing the client’s fury alone, and was ultimately stabbed to death by the emotionally unstable client.
After my death, my soul drifted in mid-air. I watched my mother Sydney Wilson receive news of my murder while overseas, tears streaming down her face as she rushed back home. I witnessed Zachary and Aubrey working together, tampering with Sydney’s route on her way back to the villa. Caught off guard in her desperation, Sydney met her end in a fatal car crash. In the end, Zachary brazenly brought Aubrey home. Sydney and I had barely been dead long before Zachary and Aubrey were living it up, even seizing all of Sydney’s assets. My nails dug deep into my palms—the sharp pain told me this wasn’t a dream. I had been reborn. Aubrey wasn’t highly educated, but she had a sweet tongue and knew how to work people, making her well-liked at the company. Her abilities were mediocre, but she was smart enough never to actively compete for anything. This was the first time she’d dared to challenge me so boldly. Back then, I naively thought Zachary had her participate in the competition just to put her in her place. I never imagined it was a trap they’d set for me. Pulling myself from the pain of my past life, I glanced at the cameras behind me and the company’s real-time monitoring system, lost in thought. This time I’d plugged every possible loophole for plagiarism—it should be foolproof. I was eager to see how Aubrey would manage to steal my proposal this time! I had a score to settle with Zachary too. Though I couldn’t remember exactly how Aubrey had plagiarized me in my previous life, this time I was fully prepared and would surely be safe. In my past life, Zachary had covered for her, but this time I knew what to expect—I was guarding against all of them. I didn’t use the company computer or network. Instead, I opened my personal laptop, installed anti-surveillance software, disconnected all communication devices, avoided all cameras, and didn’t even use company power. With extreme caution, I began crafting my new proposal. Creating marketing plans had long been second nature to me. Sydney had praised my intelligence more than once, even hoping I’d inherit her business empire. Unfortunately, I was passionate about and focused solely on my current job, with little interest in anything else. The strong-willed Sydney was disappointed in me and simply left Zachary and me in this small city while she went abroad to build her career. Sadly, in my previous life, everything happened so suddenly that I never got to see Sydney one last time. Now, living again, I couldn’t wait to see her once more. This time I was prepared, eliminating any possibility of Aubrey stealing from me. This project, these clients—they should have been mine all along. This time I would definitely strike back hard! I threw myself completely into the proposal, and before I knew it, I’d completed a third of it. This approach was from an angle I’d never tried before, distilled from years of experience as a top Christmas sales performer. There was no way Aubrey could guess it. I breathed a sigh of relief, stretched lazily to take a short break, and picked up my cup to get some coffee. In the break room, Aubrey was chatting with other colleagues. Seeing me enter, she didn’t avoid the topic at all—in fact, she openly shared her new ideas and progress with me. “Why are you telling her everything?” A colleague beside her nudged her with an elbow. “With those little tricks of yours, you’ll just embarrass yourself in front of Juliet.” Aubrey replied, “Juliet would never laugh at me. As a newcomer, I definitely still have a lot to learn. I wonder what direction her proposal is taking—I’ll definitely have to study it carefully when the time comes.”
Aubrey gave me a playful wink. To everyone else, she appeared to be a charming girl, but I felt a chill run straight up my spine to the back of my neck, nearly causing me to drop my coffee. The proposal she’d presented was identical to the concept I’d just jotted down in my moment of inspiration. Not only that, but she’d even continued along my line of thinking, progressing even faster than I had. What the hell was going wrong? I felt ice-cold all over, as if Christian was surrounded by countless watching eyes. In my panic, I instinctively reached for the necklace at my throat, taking several deep breaths to calm myself down. I couldn’t go on like this. This time, I absolutely wouldn’t let Aubrey lead me around by the nose again. I could take it or leave it—it was just a proposal, after all. I didn’t want it anymore! So without hesitation, I threw that proposal—once again “borrowed” by Aubrey—straight into the paper shredder. This time I was even more cautious. I drove two hours out to my grandmother’s house in the countryside and locked myself in a small room. I disconnected all network devices and handwrote a new proposal under nothing but the dim glow of a desk lamp. Even Zachary didn’t know my grandmother’s exact address. I refused to believe that Aubrey could still eavesdrop on me or steal my ideas under these conditions! Handwriting was inefficient, so I worked through the night, finally completing the basic framework of the proposal just before dawn. I carefully sealed these pages in my bag, confirming that no one else besides me had seen the content. Only then did I turn my phone back on. The moment it powered up, messages nearly exploded my phone—the screen was filled with Zachary’s missed calls and unread messages. He’d posted in the company group chat asking: “Juliet! Where the hell did you disappear to without a word? “At such a critical moment, what’s with the attitude? Even Aubrey knows to stay put at the company like she should. What about you? “I won’t give you any special treatment. If you don’t come back, you can expect to be fired!” While Zachary had often “fairly and sternly” scolded me in front of my colleagues before, this was the first time he’d publicly criticized and belittled me like this. I figured he was starting to pave the way for Aubrey—their little scheme was becoming harder to hide. Thinking of all the despicable things Zachary had done in my past life made me even angrier. His sanctimonious act was absolutely disgusting! I wanted nothing more than to rush back to the company immediately and have the client give him a good thrashing too! The resentment from both my past and present lives erupted like a volcano in my heart. Without bothering to rest, I immediately rushed back to the company to confront him. During our argument, my handwritten third version of the proposal fell out of my bag. Emily, sharp-eyed as always, exclaimed: “Isn’t this Aubrey’s proposal?” Immediately, chatter broke out all around, and I looked completely bewildered. Aubrey put on a pitiful act: “Juliet, I uploaded the electronic version of this proposal half an hour ago. Even if you like it, you can’t just copy it outright!” I couldn’t believe it and angrily retorted: “You’re lying! I handwrote this myself—what does it have to do with you?” However, Aubrey’s publication time was earlier, and the other colleagues had all witnessed it, so doubts immediately arose. “Oh my God, could all her previous proposals have been copied too?” “She’s so shameless! Someone else worked so hard on that proposal, and she just copies it like that—how disgusting!” “Who knows how she became the top salesperson before? Last time I even saw her get into Mr. Gordon’s car.”
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