Chapter 93

MANNIE’S POV

I walked straight to the administrative manager’s office with my phone in hand and anger still burning under my skin. The glue on my chair, the oil on the floor, the childish trap—Lilith and Dianna thought they were smart.

They weren’t.

I knocked once, pushed the door open—

Empty.

The office lights were off. The desk was clean. The blinds were pulled halfway.

I frowned.

A cleaner passed by. “Ma’am, manager traveled this morning. Business trip.”

Of course.

Just perfect.

I exhaled sharply and turned away. Reporting them would have to wait.

I needed the manager here in person. I wanted their confession to hit the highest ear possible so no one would cover it up.

For now… I held back.

By noon, the office smelled like microwaved food and stress. People walked in and out with lunch packs. Some whispered about Lilith’s humiliation, some avoided the topic, some kept stealing glances at me, hoping for more drama.

I ignored all of them and focused on my work.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

My fingers moved fast across my keyboard.

But then—

A shadow fell over my desk.

I didn’t need to look up.

I felt the bitterness before she even spoke.

“M-Mannie…” Lilith’s voice trembled slightly. “Can we talk?”

I looked up slowly.

She stood with her hands squeezed together like she was trying to wring water out of her fingers. Her face was pale. Her lips shook. Her shoulders lifted and dropped in small nervous jerks.

I knew that expression.

Fear.

And desperation.

“What do you want?” I asked calmly.

Her eyes darted around. Some staff were already watching.

“M-Mannie… please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to go this far.” She bit her lip hard. “Please… forgive me this once. I swear I won’t do anything again.”

I stared at her.

Forgive?

After she spilled oil so I would fall?

After she glued my chair so I would be humiliated?

After she recorded everything to spread online?

Besides, this wasn't her first time trying me. She was one of the people who loved to test my patience and throw jabs at me.

I leaned back in my chair.

“Lilith,” I said quietly. “Every time someone forgives you, you take the forgiveness as permission to get worse.”

Her eyes widened.

I continued.

“If I forgive you now… tomorrow you’ll try again. If not tomorrow, then next week. And next time, it won’t be glue.”

Her hands tightened.

“That’s not true—”

“It IS true,” I cut her off. “And I’m not giving you another chance.”

Her face twisted—anger mixing with fear like two colors fighting.

“Fine,” she whispered. “Fine.”

She turned sharply and stormed out of the office.

But the way she walked made my spine itch.

Twenty minutes later, the office halls exploded with noise.

Voices rose.

Feet shuffled.

Someone yelled, “Fight! They’re fighting!”

I snapped my head up.

What?

I stepped out of my office quickly, weaving through the growing crowd.

The noise grew louder.

Then I heard two familiar voices—sharp, angry, cracking under pressure.

Lilith.

And…

Dianna.

My steps quickened.

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When I reached the secretariat section, the scene looked like chaos.

Lilith and Dianna stood in the center of the hallway like two wild cats with their claws out. Their hair was messy, their clothes wrinkled, and both were breathing hard.

Dianna’s face was red with rage. Lilith’s eyes were bright with fury.

“What is going on here?” someone whispered behind me.

I didn’t answer.

I stepped closer.

Lilith pointed at Dianna with a shaking finger. “You! You will not push everything on me! You told me to do it! YOU!”

Dianna gasped dramatically. “Are you crazy? Why would I tell you to pour glue and oil? Do I look suicidal?!”

“Oh please!” Lilith snapped. “Don’t act innocent! You hate Mannie! You wanted her embarrassed in front of Dominic!”

The hall erupted with whispers.

Someone said, “Dominic? The CEO?”

Another said, “Why would Dianna care about Mannie and Dominic?”

Dianna’s face twisted. She lunged forward and grabbed Lilith’s arm.

“Shut your mouth!”

Lilith yanked her arm free. “Or what? You’ll slap the truth out of me?”

Dianna’s breath shook.

Lilith smirked.

“I know all your dirty secrets, Dianna.”

Dianna froze.

The crowd gasped.

My heartbeat slowed.

“What are you talking about?” Dianna hissed.

Lilith stepped closer, her voice low but sharp enough to cut glass.

“You walk around acting like you’re from high society. You even fake your accent sometimes. And everyone here thinks you’re some Harvard princess.”

Dianna’s eyes widened.

The crowd leaned in.

Lilith continued.

“But you barely graduated. The documents you submitted here…” She smirked. “Falsified.”

Gasps erupted across the hall.

Dianna’s face went dead pale. “You—You’re lying!”

“Oh am I?” Lilith tilted her head. “Should I bring the screenshots from when you begged that agent to redo your transcript for the third time?”

Dianna lost it.

“You have no right to talk about my papers! Your own degree is FAKE!” Dianna shouted.

Lilith lunged toward her. “Liar!”

But Dianna pushed her back.

“You didn’t graduate by merit,” Dianna spat. “Your parents PAID for your results. The only thing you have is money and an EMPTY HEAD!”

People clapped their hands over their mouths.

Some laughed.

Some stared in shock.

Lilith trembled with rage, her chest rising and falling fast.

“You—You—!!”

She lunged again but Dianna dodged and shoved her.

Lilith stumbled, then straightened with a shaky breath.

Her eyes glowed with venom.

“You want to talk about why you did all this?” Lilith sneered loudly. “Since you want to act innocent… let me help you!”

Dianna froze.

“Lilith—don’t—”

“Oh hush!” Lilith barked. “Dianna was NEVER sweet or nice. That ‘oh-I’m-such-a-perfect colleague’ act is fake. Completely fake.”

The murmurs grew louder.

“Then why target Mannie?” someone asked.

Lilith smirked in triumph.

“Because of DAVID.”

The hallway dropped into silence.

Dead silence.

My heart skipped.

“D-David?” someone stuttered. “The David? The Monroe Group successor?”

“Dominic’s best friend?” another whispered.

“Yes.” Lilith folded her arms. “She wants David’s attention. She wants to be the ‘good girl’ in comparison to Mannie. She wants everyone to think Mannie is bad so she—”

“SHUT UP!” Dianna screamed.

Too late.

Everything was out.

Completely out.

The office erupted.

People whispered. People pointed. People gasped. Some laughed. Some stared in horror.

Dianna’s face twisted. She grabbed Lilith by the collar.

“You ruined everything!” Dianna screamed.

Lilith shoved her back. “You USED me! You told me to do it, then you wanted to run away after your plan failed!”

Dianna slapped her.

Lilith slapped her back.

They clawed at each other, pulling hair, shoving, screaming. They looked unrecognizable—two people tearing each other’s masks apart.

Managers from nearby sections came running.

Staff tried to pull them apart.

It was a complete circus.

I stood there watching, expression unreadable, letting them destroy each other with their own hands.

And they did.

Perfectly.

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Finally, security came and dragged them apart, arms flailing, chests heaving, faces red and swollen.

Someone shouted, “Call HR!”

Another said, “Call the Head Secretary!”

Someone else muttered, “They’re done. They’re so done.”

I turned away quietly.

I didn’t need to say a word. They used their hands and killed themselves, exposed and buried themselves.

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