“Why the long face? Did your coworker get under your skin again? This Vivian is seriously unhinged. I can’t stand her.”

I lowered my head and simply sighed. As I turned around, I accidentally brushed against a nearby display rack and ripped my stockings.

“Hey, don’t let it get to you. It’s Valentine’s Day,” Henry comforted me softly.

He bought me a new exotic-skin bag that had just arrived in the store. It was a bag worth a million dollars, yet he could buy it on a whim. Neither of us thought much of it. My walk-in closet was already overflowing with bags like this.

The moment Henry walked away with the bag, Vivian stormed up to me and jabbed her finger at my face as she yelled, “Lily! You need to give me back that million-dollar sale! That sale was rightfully mine! If you don’t give it back, I’m going to the corporate office to report you for client poaching and workplace bullying!”

I was so stunned by her audacity that I let out a laugh. “Since when was that ever your client? Get a grip. Seriously.”

Several colleagues with whom I usually got along saw I was genuinely upset and stepped in to mediate.

“Vivian, that’s enough! That client is Lily’s regular. He only asks for Lily every time he comes in. Just drop it.”

Held back by the others, Vivian’s face flushed with rage. If looks could kill, she probably would have devoured me whole.

Her usual innocent and demure act was completely gone.

“Just... just you wait!”

That was just great. I loved it when she was furious at me but completely powerless to do anything about it. After holding it in all day, I finally let it out.

“Instead of trying to steal my clients, you’d be better off learning the product catalog. Multiple customers came in today asking for items, and you didn’t even know if we had them in stock! If I were you, I’d crawl into a hole and hide to study. Oh, wait! I forgot that you were too busy stalking people to have time for professional training.”

At that point, she was shaking with rage.

I could not be bothered to look at her again. I turned and walked into the staff break room, where I changed out of my ripped stockings and tossed them into the trash.

That evening, Henry had booked a candlelight dinner at the top hotel right next to the mall, so we made our way there. However, as soon as our meal arrived, two new messages popped up on my WhatsApp.

[Your Fitbit just logged an extra thousand steps. That’s literally the exact distance to the hotel next door!]

[Nice work, Lily. You close a million-dollar deal and immediately head to the hotel with the client?]

The steak in my mouth suddenly lost all its flavor. I picked up my phone and coldly fired back.

[If you’re this desperate to stalk people, you should consider joining the K-9 unit.]

Then, I blocked her number without a second thought.

I came to work to experience something new, not to be mistreated. Since things had turned ugly, there was no need to keep someone like her in my contacts. Once we were done eating, Henry took me to see a movie before driving us home.

There, we were met with a huge “surprise.”

The entrance to our house was filled with packages containing adult toys. Multiple couriers walked back and forth, delivering more of these packages to our door!

I was so angry that I nearly had a heart attack. The scene was so overwhelming that even Henry, who was usually so level-headed, could not stay calm. He made a call straight to the property management.

“How did you screen these deliveries?!”

When the property manager arrived, he wiped the cold sweat from his brow and explained, “Mr. Ambrose, we honestly had no idea these weren’t your parcels. The delivery people just said they were Valentine’s Day presents!”

I read the notes tied to the parcels.

[Enjoy, Side Chick!]

[Drop dead already, you wench!]

[What goes around comes around!]

My gut told me this was Vivian’s doing. I immediately opened my phone and found the social media account she used to generate leads through her sales job.

Sure enough, I found a post that she had uploaded three hours ago.

[This Sales Girl Slept With My Client and Stole My Million-Dollar Commission on Valentine’s Day!]

The post had gone viral and had gained nearly a hundred thousand likes in just a few hours. The content of the post was even more shocking. It not only included pictures and a timeline but also her Sherlock Holmes-style analytical commentary.

She had even posted the pair of torn stockings I had changed out of after work!

[She took my stolen client to the VIP consultation room, and when they came out, her stockings were ripped! Once he was done paying, she followed him to a hotel to get a room!]

The netizens were attacking me fiercely in the comment section.

[Unbelievable! It’s 2025, and we still have people bullying colleagues in the workplace and stealing their sales!]

[Poor OP. I hope this evil witch gets hit by a truck!]

[I can’t with this. Why hasn’t she been doxxed yet? I’m going to do the world a favor and expose this loose woman’s identity myself tonight.]

[Guys, my hacker friend just doxxed her. I found her home address!]

[Give me the address! I want to send her a gift!]

As I scrolled through the comments, a wave of fear washed over me.

Vivian had managed to fabricate the “truth” behind the ripped stockings I had thrown in the trash by simply prying, guessing, and twisting the facts. Had it not been Henry in the consultation room with me today, I would have never been able to clear my name, no matter how hard I could have tried to explain!

The entire post was an indictment, accusing me of sleeping with clients to steal sales and bullying new interns.

To further prove that she was telling the “truth,” she had even dug up my old vacation photos from other social media apps. There was a picture of my hand holding Henry’s one, taken in the first-class section of a plane.

The comments under this photo sparked a new wave of online harassment.

[This old hag literally sleeps with anyone for a trip!]

[I’m done. Sending her those “gifts” isn’t enough! I’m reporting her to her company to get her fired!]

Reading the comments, I was so furious I could barely breathe while Henry’s expression turned completely dark.

“Call the police. Don’t worry. I’m getting our lawyer on this right now.”

I never imagined Vivian’s prying nature would be strong enough to find my private account on other social media apps. Thank goodness I only used that account to share mere bits of my personal life and some travel photos. I never posted one where Henry’s face was clearly visible.

Otherwise, she would have definitely uncovered my true identity.

The lawyer immediately began gathering the chain of evidence related to the online harassment.

When I opened the company WhatsApp group chat, I saw that Vivian had actually filed a complaint using my real name in the main company group.

[A senior employee steals a million-dollar client from an intern. How is the company handling this? @everyone]

The group chat had been active just moments before, but it fell completely silent after she sent that message.

Vivian thus started causing more trouble. Relying on a photo of a pair of stockings taken from a trash can, she arrogantly made her demands in the group.

[Don’t play dead! I’ve got proof this salesgirl was seducing and sleeping with clients during her shift! @everyone]

I gripped my phone tightly, forcing myself to stay calm.

I composed a message to fire back.

[First of all, that client is a VIC who specifically requested me. There was no “stealing” involved.]

[Secondly, you used a pair of ripped stockings to spread rumors online, falsely accusing me of sleeping with a client. You incited a mob to doxx me. I’ve already filed a police report, and my lawyers are currently collecting evidence.]

Seeing me push back so fiercely, several people in the group spoke up in my defense.

[VICs have assigned sales associates. How is that “stealing” a sale? I can’t even!]

[Some interns these days act too entitled! I pulled your sales history. Two months in, and you haven’t even hit five hundred thousand dollars. What exactly are you barking about?]

[Lily is the regional sales champion for a reason. She’s got nothing to hide. Just wait for that lawsuit and the police showing up at your door.]

For the next half hour, Vivian did not say a word in the group.

I thought she had backed down, but she unexpectedly published the entire company group chat log online instead!

[Salesgirl who sleeps for commissions stole my million-dollar deal, now threatens to sue me!]

The post was accompanied by numerous screenshots of our internal company chat. I frowned as I read through it. The company’s employment contract was legally binding and explicitly prohibited employees from leaking private internal chat logs!

She really must have had a death wish.

But the netizens, who had devoured the gossip and had been weaponized as her pawns, completely lost it. Soon, the official accounts across all the company’s platforms were flooded with attacks from outraged internet users. By the time the company’s legal department reacted, calls to boycott our brand were everywhere online.

Just then, I received a call on my personal phone from an unfamiliar number.

“Lily, did you like my Valentine’s Day gifts?” Vivian asked arrogantly.

Her shrill voice alone made me nauseous.

I suppressed my disgust and shot back ruthlessly, “Comparing you to a police dog would be an insult to them. You’re just a roach living in a sewer.”

“Don’t bother threatening me with lawyers or police. It won’t matter anyway, since you’re already getting dragged all over the internet right now.” Vivian scoffed. “Oh, and by the way, I did some digging on your VIP client. You’re so finished! That guy you seduced today is the billionaire chairman of a major tech company! He even has a wife! So if I call his wife right now and you end up beaten to a pulp, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Just transfer this month’s ten million dollars in sales to me, and I might consider letting you off the hook.”

I let out a cold laugh.

“Go ahead and make that call, then.”

She became furious and said, “I’ve got proof you went to that hotel. Just wait and see!”

True to her word, Vivian used that phone number to call my personal line.

As the ringing sounded, I answered without hesitation.

“Yeah, it’s me. Vivian, you got anything else to say? I’ve already handed over all your evidence of your defamation to the police.”