My name is Sarah Hardman. Our company’s new colleague, Ember Jacobs, is an extremely stingy mom. On her first day at work, she brought a bunch of expired snacks that her son wouldn’t eat to share with us. After watching us finish them, she immediately pulled out her payment code and demanded fifty dollars from each of us. During the company team-building event, she refused to participate, claiming she needed to go home to take care of her child. But the next day, she came to me with her phone, asking for money. “You all went out for dinner yesterday, and I was the only one who didn’t go. Since the company can reimburse it anyway, just give me my share in cash.” I was furious and refused her without a second thought, which made her hold a grudge against me. Later, when her son developed a fever in the middle of the night, she called me to drive the company car and take her to the hospital. I refused outright. Because of the delay, her son eventually suffered brain damage from the fever. She blamed everything on me and even ran me over with her car. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day she shared those snacks. ***** “Today is my first day at work. There’s a lot I don’t understand about the job, so I hope everyone can help me out.” Before I could react, a pack of baby snacks was shoved into my arms. After checking the production date on the package, I finally confirmed it—I had been reborn. Seeing me staring at the snacks without opening them, Ember immediately urged, “Sarah, hurry up and eat them! These are imported.” I snapped back to reality and forced a smile. “I’ve never had such fancy snacks before. I’ll take them home to enjoy slowly. I still have work to finish.” Hearing this, Ember showed a hint of contempt. “This is nothing. You should hurry up and have a kid. My son is so sick of these things at home.” Listening to her words, I couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. She claimed these were snacks her son was tired of, but in reality, she was too stingy to give them to her son and let them expire instead. In my previous life, a colleague from HR told me they had hired someone new to share my workload. Although she hadn’t worked for over a year due to having a baby, she had extensive work experience before that. After she joined, the company arranged her desk next to mine for easier communication. Before leaving, our supervisor specifically told her to come to me with any questions. It was that one sentence that pushed me into the abyss. After getting to know Ember, I discovered she was a complete weirdo who constantly bothered me. On her very first day, she gave me expired snacks. Seeing how friendly she seemed, I didn’t think much of it and tore open the package to eat them. Even though they tasted strange, I thought it was just me. But right after I finished eating, she pulled out her payment code and went around asking everyone who had eaten the snacks for money. Not only did I end up in the hospital with food poisoning, but I also lost fifty dollars. From then on, I was constantly on guard against her. But despite all my precautions, I still couldn’t protect myself. Soon after, the company organized a team-building event where we went to a restaurant together. Ember didn’t participate, claiming she needed to go home to take care of her child. I thought that was the end of it, but the next day she came asking me for money. She said, “I already asked around. You guys spent over a hundred dollars per person yesterday. I didn’t participate, but that money should still be mine. How about you give me a hundred dollars?” I was so shocked I couldn’t speak. Since the dinner was organized by the company and paid for by our boss Leon Parker, even if she wanted money, she shouldn’t be asking me for it. “Mr. Parker said to come to you with any problems. You give me the money, then you can ask him for it,” she said matter-of-factly. I refused her unreasonable demand without hesitation, but that made her hold a grudge against me. Later, when her son had a fever, she contacted me in the middle of the night, asking me to drive the company car to take her to the hospital. When I asked why she didn’t drive her own car, she said, “Driving my car wastes so much gas. Come pick me up quickly—the company car doesn’t cost anything anyway.” Before she could finish speaking, I hung up and went back to sleep. But to save on transportation costs, she actually walked to the hospital carrying her child. Because of the delay, her son became mentally disabled, yet she blamed everything on me and killed me. Only after dying once did I understand that Ember was stingy to the extreme, wanting to drain everyone around her dry. This time, I’m going to make her pay the price.
With this thought in mind, I seized the opportunity while Ember was in the restroom to grab the snacks and knock on Manager Zachary Wilson’s office door. In my previous life, I had repeatedly reported Ember’s outrageous behavior to Zachary, but he always urged me to be more tolerant of her, considering she had been unemployed for over a year. Well then, let him experience Ember’s “talents” firsthand. I said, “Mr. Wilson, these are the snacks Ember shared with everyone. Since it’s break time, I thought I’d bring yours to you.” Zachary looked at what I was holding and smiled with satisfaction. “Just set them down there. I’m actually getting a bit hungry.” I placed the snacks down and turned to leave. Before I could even exit his office, I heard him eagerly tearing open the snack bag and digging in. Back at my desk, I continued working, and before I knew it, it was almost time to clock out. Colleagues around the office began packing up their things, preparing to leave for the day. Just then, Ember suddenly stood up and blocked everyone’s path. “Hold on! You all ate my snacks but haven’t paid yet. Pay up before you leave.” She pulled out her payment QR code and pointed it at the colleagues who had eaten the snacks. Several colleagues froze in place. A few exchanged glances, realizing they were dealing with a weirdo, and reluctantly asked, “How much?” Ember immediately demanded fifty dollars. The colleagues who had been ready to pay and be done with it instantly flew into a rage upon hearing the price. “How much? Fifty dollars for a bag of snacks?” Ember replied, “These are imported snacks I brought back from overseas. You’ve probably never had anything this good before. Fifty dollars is already a bargain.” The colleagues’ faces turned green with anger. A few lucky colleagues who were dieting and hadn’t eaten any managed to dodge the bullet, immediately returning their snacks to Ember. “Thank goodness I haven’t eaten mine yet. Here, take it back. I can’t afford to touch something this expensive.” During this commotion, some colleagues had already looked up the actual price online and discovered the snacks only cost five dollars per bag. They held up their phones and confronted Ember. “This is extortion! These cost five dollars online, and you’re demanding fifty from us. Do you think we’re idiots?” Ember crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “Well, I had to bring them all the way from outside the company. Don’t I deserve compensation for travel expenses? Just pay up and stop whining!” The colleagues were about to argue further when suddenly, Zachary’s office door burst open with a bang. Zachary emerged, pale as a sheet, glaring at Ember and roaring, “Ember! What the hell did you give me to eat?” Before he could finish speaking, Zachary dry-heaved twice and, unable to make it to the bathroom in time, vomited right there on the spot. A sour, putrid smell instantly filled the air, causing all of us to cover our noses and step back. Ember looked confused. “What did I give you? You must be mistaken.” “Here’s what happened: I noticed you shared snacks with everyone except Mr. Wilson, so I gave him my portion. Mr. Wilson, are you alright?” I finally spoke up. “Those snacks were rotten, and you still shared them with us! Are you trying to poison me?” Zachary roared weakly. Ember hadn’t expected things to turn out this way and quickly rushed forward to support Zachary. “No, I had no idea you’d give the snacks to him. Don’t be angry, let’s get you to the hospital right away.” At that moment, a colleague finally noticed the production date in the corner of the snack packaging had long expired and immediately shouted, “You gave us expired snacks and still had the nerve to demand money! How could you do this? What if we get food poisoning? Can you take responsibility for that?” Another colleague immediately played along, clutching their stomach and wailing, “My stomach is killing me! It’s definitely from your expired snacks. Don’t even think about running away—you owe me medical expenses!” Ember was momentarily speechless and didn’t dare say another word, practically dragging Zachary away half-supporting, half-pulling him. After she left, the colleagues slowly dispersed, walking away while quietly grumbling about Ember’s behavior.
After that incident, Ember didn’t dare mention money again when she came to work the next day. Moreover, because of those snack packages, her colleagues could tell she was odd and didn’t want to deal with her. Whenever they saw her coming, they’d quickly avoid her. If her workstation hadn’t been placed right next to mine, I wouldn’t have wanted to deal with her either—I’d have preferred to stay as far away as possible. Zachary had been on an IV drip all night and took two more days off before barely managing to return to the company. What surprised me was that he didn’t blame Ember at all. Instead, he comforted her, saying, “You meant well. Let’s forget about it this time, but from now on, focus all your attention on work.” After that, he assigned our team a new task. Some people were coming to the company in a few days to discuss a partnership, and we needed to refine our proposal. This was a big deal. If we closed it, our entire team would receive a substantial bonus. As soon as we got the assignment, our team threw ourselves into intense work—everyone except Ember, who kept pulling out her phone to check on her son through surveillance cameras or making excuses to go to the restroom for breaks. I was mentally prepared for her behavior. In my previous life, after she joined the company, she would often disappear suddenly because her son was crying at home and she had to rush back to take care of him. I had once gently suggested that since her child couldn’t be without her, maybe she should take a break from work for now. She accused me of discriminating against her and cursed me, saying I’d never have a son in this lifetime. Everyone else was swamped with work, while she was the only one with nothing to do. A colleague came to complain to me, hoping I’d speak up about her. I didn’t do as they asked. Instead, I defended Ember: “She’s new and still not familiar with our workflow. I’ll help share some of her load. We’re all colleagues—let’s be understanding when we can.” That colleague was furious and grew even more disgusted with Ember. Finally, when she once again turned on speakerphone for a video call with her son, that colleague couldn’t help but say sarcastically, “Some people really don’t know if they’re here to work or to be a mom. When I have kids someday, I’ll find a company to work at too, where I can get paid without doing anything.” Ember glared at her fiercely: “So what if my son misses me? He’s still so young—can’t you all be a little understanding?” The other person shot back: “I didn’t give birth to him, so it’s none of my business. All day long you don’t do any real work, just hold your phone and stare at it. If you love kids so much, why even come to work? Just stay home and look at him all you want.” Just as the two were about to get into a fight, I quickly stepped in to mediate: “Stop arguing, everyone’s trying to work here. How about this, Ember—the clients will be here in a few days. You handle receiving them and prepare some drinks and snacks. Remember to keep the receipts so you can get reimbursed by accounting.” This job was easy and respectable, so Ember immediately agreed. She even used “purchasing requires going out” as an excuse to leave the company right away. My colleague looked at me helplessly: “Ms. Hardman, you’re too kind, actually giving her the purchasing job.” I smiled: “Don’t worry about her. I’ll treat you all to drinks—don’t be mad anymore. Everyone’s worked hard these past few days. Clock out on time, and I’ll handle the rest.” While purchasing did offer plenty of room for manipulation, I was confident that with Ember’s stingy personality, she would definitely mess things up.
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