When my colleagues find out that I'm pretty good at cooking, they start organizing dinners at my place. Lucy Holt, one of the junior accountants, suggests that we split the groceries evenly between us. As a result, I don't think I can reject their request without being rude.

On my last day of work, the group gathers at my place for one last meal.

"You're such a good cook, Jess! We'll all be transferring you 500 dollars later. It's just a token of our appreciation," Lucy declares with a bright smile.

But the very next day, she sends me a message.

"Hey, Jess. You know it's illegal to operate an unlicensed catering business from your home, right? Your house will get sealed off for further investigation. More importantly, the value of goods has passed the threshold of 10,000 dollars, which means the fine you'll have to pay is probably going to be about 20 times that amount.

"Since we worked together, we decided not to report you to the authorities. We'll just settle this matter privately. All you have to do is give us the fine you would've had to pay instead."

This is how I realized that, combined with yesterday's meal, the total amount they've given me for groceries thus far is exactly 10,001 dollars.

The moment Lucy Holt, a junior accountant, came into work today, she started flaunting the new handbag she'd bought to everyone.

All of our colleagues looked on in envy, exclaiming over how rich she was. Once her vanity was adequately stoked, she giggled and said, "Soon, you'll all have the money to buy one for yourself!"

She proceeded to place the luxury handbag on her desk before turning around and grabbing my arm.

"I heard you're resigning, Jess. Why don't we have a dinner gathering one last time?" she cajoled. "After all, this means we won't be able to enjoy your cooking anymore."

I agreed to it and asked everyone to come up with a list of food they'd like to have so that I could make the preparations in advance.

This time, I planned on cooking up a feast. Apart from Lucy's favorite, steak, I decided to make some seared halibut, a rack of lamb, some light appetizers, and a salad to go with everything.

These were dishes that everyone complimented when I'd previously made them. Although it was a bit of a hassle to cook everything for just one meal, I figured it was fine since this would be my last time doing it for them.

Lucy hugged me the moment she heard me say yes to her request.

"You're amazing, Jess! You know, with your culinary skills, you could easily become a chef at a fine dining restaurant!"

Chuckling weakly, I eased her away from me. I wasn't quite used to having such close physical contact with her.

Maisie Gardner, my good friend, picked me up from work. When she saw the menu I'd jotted down on my phone, she recalled all the times I used to cook for my colleagues.

She couldn't resist grumbling, "You're about to leave this job anyway. Why are you still entertaining their demands? It's not like you need the money you get from them splitting the grocery bill with you.

"It's exhausting to cook for so many people, and what if something goes wrong? They'll even come after you for that."

She kept rambling on about it. Being in the restaurant business, she had seen her fair share of scammers who targeted food businesses. She was worried that my colleagues would take advantage of me as well.

"Once you've worked your last day, come over to my place for a few days and get some proper rest. Stop being a chef for free for other people."

Since it was going to be the last dinner I'd be making for these colleagues anyway, I didn't think anything could go wrong. It would just be a final meal before parting on good terms.

I did promise Maisie that it would be the last time. I wouldn't be doing this anymore in the future.

…

At work the next day, Lucy came running over to my desk.

"Jess! I've spoken to everyone about the dinner," she said.

Although her voice wasn't all that loud, it had attracted the attention of some of our colleagues nearby. They all chimed in, saying they were going to enjoy a good meal at my place this weekend.

Lucy gave me an extremely long list of food.

"I've asked everyone what they feel like eating, Jess. You can just cook according to this list, so you don't have to worry about picking the menu!"

I skimmed the list, and immediately, the first thing that caught my eye was the request for truffle-baked lobster. I barely managed to keep my expression neutral.

"Some of these dishes are quite complicated to make, Lucy, and the ingredients aren't cheap, either—"

Before I could finish speaking, Lucy started pouting. "Jess, are you implying that you're worried we'd be freeloading off you?"

I instinctively denied that.

Lucy gave me a puppy-eyed look and said, "Once you're gone, Jess, we won't be able to eat your cooking anymore, so we just want to try some things you haven't made before.

"Don't worry about it. We'll be splitting the grocery bill evenly between us, just like we always did before."

Lucy's persistent cajoling wore me down. In the end, I agreed to it.

"This time, why don't you guys transfer the money to me beforehand? If there's extra at the end, I'll return the money to you guys," I suggested.

Lucy's lips twitched. She was still smiling, but her words were a little biting.

"I thought you considered us your friends, Jess. I guess we were the only ones who thought that," Lucy said.

I furrowed my brows. In the past, the grocery bill only ever came up to a few hundred dollars per meal. But this time, it would be a few thousand, at least. I'd have to be a fool to front the money without giving it any thought.

All I could say was, "I've been financially tight lately. I don't think I'll have enough to cover the groceries."

With a look of realization, Lucy said apologetically, "Sorry about that, Jess. I misunderstood you. I'll definitely come by earlier this Sunday to help you!"

That night, Lucy began messaging away in the group chat we had with our colleagues. She asked everyone if they had any food preferences before also asking everyone to pay up in advance.

As I scrolled through the lively chat, the discomfort I felt eased a little.

…

Lucy showed up late on Sunday. She claimed to have been held up, and I didn't think much about it.

Everyone seemed to enjoy the food very much. When the meal was over, I wanted to transfer the extra money back to them, but they all said it was fine. They even gave me an extra 500 dollars each.

Smiling widely, Lucy said it was just a token of appreciation from everyone.

I felt quite touched by that.

Later that night, after cleaning up the kitchen, I finally managed to sit down and get some rest. Just then, Lucy added my personal number to a group chat that was named "Matured Investment Withdrawal".

When I first started working, I had foolishly used my personal number as my work number as well. After Maisie had roasted me for that, I got myself a new number and used that as my work number instead. My colleagues also made the switch and used the work number to get in touch with me.

Therefore, I didn't understand why my personal number had been added to a group chat about some kind of matured investment withdrawal.

I didn't have any sort of financial investments.

I figured Lucy might've forgotten about this number of mine and added me by mistake. Just as I was about to privately message her about it, she sent a document to the group.

It detailed every single time my colleagues had gathered at my place for a meal, the cost of the ingredients each time, and the records of the transfers they made.

If I hadn't seen this document, I wouldn't have realized that, in the last three years, my colleagues had eaten over 40 meals at my place.

Some of these had been for festive celebrations, and others were for celebrating one of my colleagues' promotions. They would always thoroughly enjoy the food and ask to get together again next time.

I couldn't help but marvel at how close and friendly we'd been as colleagues.

But soon after that, Lucy sent a voice message to the group chat.

"According to our laws, it's illegal to conduct a catering business without a license. If the value of the provided service exceeds 10,000 dollars, the fine is basically 20 times that amount. We can use this standard to demand compensation from Jessica."

The smugness and malice in her voice made my mind go completely blank.

More and more voice messages from her kept popping up.

"Not only can we get back all the money we gave her for the groceries in the past, but every one of us can get tens of thousands of dollars extra.

"We would've gotten peanuts if we'd left that money, which is only about a thousand dollars each, in a bank account. We're going to make a killing from giving it to Jessica instead. You guys should really thank me, you know. You wouldn't be making so much money if I hadn't suggested this back then."

Lucy even taught everyone how to pressure me into giving them the money. She sent a whole bunch of rules and regulations for the food industry.

"Make sure you familiarize yourself with all of these rules, guys. You'd better not mess up at the last minute, yeah? We even gave her extra in the end just to make sure the total reached 10,000 dollars."

I flipped through the document again and looked at the total amount they'd given me for groceries over the last three years.

The total came up to exactly 10,001 dollars. It was such a precisely calculated number. The sight of it stung me, like a thorn sticking in my heart, making it bleed.

"You guys don't have to worry about anything. What she's done is punishable in the eyes of the law. Forget about paying basically 20 times that amount in a fine. If the Health Department caught wind of this, even her home would get sealed off for investigations. There's no way she can refuse to give us the money."

Other people started sending messages in the group chat. These were all my colleagues, who'd always been so nice and friendly to me.

"If not for the sake of achieving this, I wouldn't even agree to split the grocery bill with her. I still can't believe she asks for 20 dollars each meal. A meal outside would only cost 15 dollars!"

"That's why you're the accountant, Lucy. You're such a genius when it comes to helping us make money."

"You're nothing like Jessica, who's such a schemer. Look at how much money she asked for that last meal! Obviously, her goal was to scam us. She's going to get what's coming for her soon enough!"

I never imagined that those seemingly kind colleagues would act this way behind my back.

It was even more outrageous to think that they'd been scheming against me right from the very beginning. The elaborate plot had gone off for three years, in fact.

The people in the group chat started comparing with each other, seeing who had attended these dinner gatherings the most. Some even started calculating the amount of compensation they were going to demand.

My limbs turned numb. I was heartbroken to see them happily celebrating their ill-gotten gains.

They were the ones who suggested having a meal at my house in the first place. They were the ones who proposed splitting the grocery bill between us.

I'd never cut corners when I cooked for them. I would always choose the freshest ingredients while doing my best to keep the costs down.

If they'd eaten the same meal I prepared at a restaurant, it might cost up to 100 dollars per person, but I only took about 20 dollars each.

I didn't even include a fee to cover the time and effort I'd put into cooking those meals for them.

Even when they started getting more demanding, making all kinds of requests, I did my best to fulfill them.

Diane Bates also sent a message. Not only had she attended every single one of the dinner gatherings, but she often hitched a ride in my car as well.

"Lucy, are you sure she can afford to pay us 20 times the amount in compensation? That's 200,000 dollars in total."

Lucy quickly sent a voice message, declaring with absolute certainty, "Don't worry, everyone. I've prepared very thoroughly for this."

She posted screenshots of every money transfer they'd made for each meal.

"All we need to do is insist that she made a profit—that these were all fees she charged us for selling food. Besides, I even had you all make a note in the reference section each time you made the transfers. She has no way to deny this. Even if she takes us to court, we're the ones in the right."

Only then did I recall that every time they transferred their share of the grocery expenses to me, they really did put the words "catering fee" in the reference section.

I'd assumed they were just doing it to be thoughtful, so that I wouldn't mix up the money with other transactions.

Who would've thought that this was also part of their scheme?

Once the chat had quietened down a bit, someone spoke up hesitantly. "Lucy, don't you think we're going a bit too far if we do this?

"Why don't we just ask her for double or triple the amount instead? 20 times the amount is too much. After all, we all got along quite well throughout the years."

Lucy immediately launched into a tirade. "Who do you think I'm doing this for? Isn't it for all of us? You were all very receptive to the idea when I first brought it up. Where were you then, huh? Why are you pretending to be the nice guy now? If anyone even dares to mess this up for us, don't blame me for not going easy on you!"

No one else dared to voice any objections.

Just like that, I was forced to confront the reality of having been tricked for the last three years. It seemed like a mockery of how stupid I was.

As I tapped out of the group chat, I thought about messaging Lucy to confront her about this. But in the end, I gave up that idea.

I couldn't help scrolling through the photos we'd taken during the dinner gatherings over the years. Everyone around the table seemed to be smiling so happily.

To me, cooking was a relaxing activity. It was something I relished doing very much. I felt a great sense of satisfaction when I saw other people enjoying my food.

In the past, I only ever cooked for Maisie. She said she wanted to enjoy my cooking for the rest of her life, so I started learning how to make more and more types of food.