“Look at yourself! You didn’t even bother to hide your sanitary pad. You’re just holding it in your hand. Do you have no shame at all?”
“No wonder you drive such an expensive car. Acting like this in front of everyone … what kind of things do you do in private?”
My coworkers started glancing at me with strange looks, whispering among themselves.
“Veronica has a point. Her Ferrari costs more than a million dollars. How could a girl in her twenties afford that?”
When my dad sent me on an unannounced inspection of this branch, I told him I wanted a simpler, more modest car. But he stopped me.
“You should be yourself,” he told me.
“I want you to see not only their work performance but also their morals and values.”
Now that I thought about it, my dad was indeed very smart. Some people couldn’t help themselves when they saw a young woman driving a luxury car and wearing designer clothes. Their jealousy blinded them.
The moment I thought about it, I responded calmly, “It’s true that I drive a Ferrari. My dad bought it for me. Is there a problem with that?”
Veronica sneered loudly.
“Oh, I know your type. You call every man ‘Daddy’. I bet you’re the most eager one in bed.”
“I’m warning you, go somewhere else if you want to sell yourself. This is a proper company that depends on real ability. Don’t bring your dirty tricks here!”
A colleague who couldn’t stand her anymore tried to speak up, “Veronica, that’s not true. Many young people born after 2000 come from rich families and work just to gain experience-”
Before he could finish, one of Veronica’s followers cut in and said mockingly, “Oh, so this is the new way to whitewash a mistress now?”
“What’s next? Sleeping with old men for money? Mistresses helping mistresses?”
Veronica crossed her arms and gave them a scornful look.
“You’re just jealous of Isabella’s rich sponsor and trying to get on her good side, aren’t you?”
“Since everyone is so eager to defend you, Isabella, why don’t you pick a few men to share your wealth with? Sharing happiness is better than keeping it all to yourself.”
“Ah, the world has really changed. People laugh at the poor, not the shameless! Everyone just wants to strip naked and climb into bed with some rich old man.”
She suddenly pointed at my pants with a cruel laugh.
“Oh, look at Isabella’s pants! My goodness, you’re so disgusting, so cheap and so shameless!”