She Stole My Boyfriend, So I Sent Her to JailChapter 1
The new receptionist called herself a "silly baby" and greeted everyone with cutesy whines of "Daddy."
When I caught her stealing my takeout, she blinked those big eyes and pouted:
"Oopsie, baby didn't mean to~ Big sis won't be mad at baby, right?"
I'd been starving all day. My head was spinning, but I held my temper and told her to order me a replacement.
Her eyes instantly welled up with tears. My boyfriend rushed to shield her, frowning at me:
"Anita Fox, Stacy already apologized. It's just takeout—don't be so petty!"
He transferred me the money for the meal. But the next day, the whole company was buzzing with rumors that I'd slept my way to my position.
When I traced the gossip back to its source and confronted the receptionist, my boyfriend coldly berated me—said where there's smoke, there's fire.
During a bidding presentation, "baby" lost our core proposal, costing the company fifty million dollars.
When everyone demanded accountability, my boyfriend stepped in front of her again and pressured me to take the blame.
Watching him play the knight in shining armor, I smiled.
I pulled out my phone and dialed the chairman directly:
"Dad, I give up. I failed your test."
What my boyfriend didn't know was that this had been his final exam to become the son-in-law of a wealthy family.
Since he'd chosen to be baby's devoted slave, he could rot in prison right alongside his precious receptionist.
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Stacy Pruitt, the new receptionist, had established her "silly baby" persona from day one.
She wore her hair in twin pigtails and dressed in a puffy skirt, blinking those colored-contact-enhanced doe eyes as she struck up conversation with me:
"Hi, big sis~ I'm Stacy. Please take care of me from now on~"
"Wow, your desk is so special—right next to the bathroom! Must be super convenient for potty breaks, hee hee~"
The corner of my mouth twitched. I didn't respond.
My desk was near the restroom because I was the youngest team leader in the Marketing Department, coordinating with over a dozen departments daily. This spot was the most centrally located—maximum efficiency.
She thought she was being adorable. She was actually broadcasting her IQ.
But Stacy's stupidity quickly became the company's favorite entertainment.
She spilled coffee on a client's contract, then whimpered, "Boo-hoo, baby's little hands have a mind of their own~"