"If the company believes this was a company benefit, fine. Reimburse me the full seven hundred and twenty thousand.

"And issue a public apology, revoke my penalty, and fire Selena. Otherwise, there's nothing to discuss."

Wade stared at the long string of numbers, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead.

Selena leaned in for a closer look, her eyes practically popping out.

"That's impossible! How could you have that much money? Your monthly salary is only fifteen thousand!"

I let out an icy laugh. "How much money I have is none of your business.

"Selena, do you really think everyone in the world is like you, scheming against coworkers over a few dollars in ride fare?"

Selena's face flushed a deep, ugly red.

"You… you must have embezzled company funds! I'm calling the police! I'll have the financial crimes unit investigate you!"

"Be my guest," I said.

Of course, Selena did not actually call the police. However, she did start forming her own little clique at work, isolating me.

Over the next few days, she spread rumors in every group chat and private conversation she could. She said I had someone backing me, that my money came from shady sources.

She even encouraged people not to talk to me, saying that anyone who got close to me was going against the "team."

At the same time, she set up her own so-called "carpool group."

"Listen, everyone. Even though Jennifer canceled the shuttle, we can't let her control us. I have a friend who works in ride-hailing. I've already arranged a van. It's only fifteen per person per day. It’s way cheaper than booking your own ride!"

People were unhappy, but the commute problem was real. One by one, they paid and joined her group.

I watched as she collected transfers in the chat.

Four hundred and fifty per person each month. With forty people, that was eighteen thousand.

A run-down van like that would cost, at most, three thousand a month to rent.

Now this was a real "unauthorized operation," with a nice profit on top.

I did not expose her. I just watched quietly as she walked herself straight into a pit.

Sure enough, on the third day, everything blew up.

The van Selena arranged was obviously a hastily modified vehicle. It had originally been used for cargo, with a few flimsy folding seats thrown in. There was no air conditioning. Windows that would not seal properly. A faint, unpleasant smell lingering inside.

Worst of all, it was seriously overloaded.

The van was rated for seven passengers. She had crammed twelve people into it.

During the morning rush hour, traffic police were conducting inspections at an intersection.

The van got pulled over.

The driver was cited for illegal modifications, overloading, and unauthorized commercial operation. The vehicle was impounded on the spot, and the driver was taken away.

All the coworkers packed inside were ordered out of the vehicle and made to stand by the roadside for a lecture.

That day, they were all late again. Because their identities had been recorded by traffic police, the company ended up being officially reprimanded.

Senior management was furious.

In the conference room, one executive slammed his hand on the table, his voice tight with anger.

"This is your so-called carpool arrangement? Who organized this? Who's responsible?"

All eyes turned to Selena.

She shrank into the corner, her voice trembling. "I… I was just trying to help everyone with the commute…"

"Help?" The executive let out an icy laugh, his tone turning sharp. "You created a risk."

He pointed at her, his voice merciless. "The entire company has now been flagged for a compliance review. This could affect this year's evaluations and bonuses. Can you take responsibility for that?"

Selena's eyes turned red instantly, tears streaming down her face.

Suddenly, she raised her hand and pointed at me, her voice rising.

"It's all Jennifer's fault! If she hadn't stopped the shuttle, none of this would have happened!"

The executive turned to look at me. There was no question in his eyes, only blame.

"Jennifer, look at what you've done!"

I froze for a second. "Mr. Carter, how is this related to me?"

"How is it not?" he snapped, slamming the table again, his voice rising. "If you hadn't suddenly canceled the shuttle, would Selena have come up with this carpool idea? Would employees have gotten into trouble? Would the company be under regulatory scrutiny?"

He stared at me, his tone turning icy and final. "In the end, this all started with you."

That twisted, robber-style logic actually made me laugh.

"Mr. Carter, I stopped the shuttle because the administrative department ruled that I was in violation and fined me for it." I pushed the penalty notice toward him.

He did not even glance at it. He waved his hand and knocked it aside.

"Don't give me that useless procedural nonsense! You're a sales manager. You're supposed to see the bigger picture!

"The Smith Group is about to acquire Bluebell Bio Tech, and right at this critical moment, this kind of mess happens. If it delays the acquisition, can you afford the consequences?"

I froze for a second.

That was when I remembered mentioning to my dad before that I wanted to bring Bluebell Bio Tech under the Smith Group.

I had not expected him to already set things in motion.

Seeing me fall silent, James Carter loosened his tie and pointed at the copy of the rental contract, speaking with complete confidence.

"Since you've been paying for the vans these past three years, that means you clearly don't care about this amount of money.

"I'm giving you a chance to fix this. The fine is already paid, but you must restore the shuttle service immediately.

"You'll still pay for it yourself. Go rent two better buses right now, calm everyone down, and restore the company's reputation."

The conference room went dead silent. Wade and Selena both looked openly pleased.

I stared at the man in front of me, his face full of smug authority, and asked calmly,

"Mr. Carter, are you saying that not only will the fine not be refunded, but I'm also expected to keep paying out of my own pocket to do charity work for the company? On what grounds?"

"On the grounds that I'm senior management!"

His attitude shifted completely. "Jennifer, don't think I don't know where your money comes from. Without this company platform, do you think you'd have access to those high-level resources?"

His voice turned colder, carrying an obvious threat.

"I'll make this clear. Either you contact the rental company right now and restore the shuttle service, and from now on you personally cover all the costs as your responsibility for this incident…

"Or you can pack your things and leave. This company doesn't need someone who only thinks about herself and refuses to take responsibility."

Selena immediately chimed in, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Exactly. Ms. Smith, you've benefited so much over the years. What's wrong with giving a little back now? Don't be so stingy."

I did not argue, and I did not get angry. I simply looked at him calmly.

"Since you think I don't belong in this company, Mr. Carter, then I'll leave."

He clearly had not expected me to agree so quickly. He paused, then his embarrassment turned into anger.

"Leave? Fine! Get out right now! Don't expect a single cent of severance! Wade, process her exit immediately. I want her gone now!"

Security "escorted" me out of the building. The whole sales department was in an uproar, but no one dared to speak up for me.

Selena even followed me to the entrance, her face full of smug satisfaction.

"Well, Ms. Smith. Oh wait, I should just call you Jennifer now, right? How does it feel to be fired? That's what you get for going against me."

I looked at her, my expression calm, like I was looking at a complete stranger.

Just then, a black luxury car slowly pulled up at the company entrance.

The driver, wearing gloves, stepped out quickly. He ignored the stunned security guards and Selena, and took the box from my hands.

"Ms. Smith, Mr. Smith has already been informed of your termination. He asked me to pick you up."

His tone was respectful and controlled.

"He said that since this 'experience' is now over, it's time for you to return and take over group affairs. The acquisition of Bluebell Bio Tech is still awaiting your signature."