Chapter 4

Just then, our team leader, Adrian Scott, came out of his office.

"What's going on?"

Rachel wiped the corner of her eye.

"It's nothing."

While she insisted it was nothing, she couldn't look more aggrieved.

Adrian looked over at me.

I gave a brief, clear summary of what had happened.

He frowned.

"Just don't have her help sign for your packages in the future, isn't that simple enough?

"How big of a deal can this be?"

I tried to explain:

"The issue isn't receiving packages—she keeps using my name—"

"Enough," he cut me off.

"Don't let personal conflicts affect your work.

"The clients are coming this afternoon. You both need to manage your tempers."

Rachel kept her head lowered.

Yet the corner of her mouth curved up into an extremely faint smirk.

I caught it, and suddenly felt like I didn't even want to bother explaining anymore.

I turned back and sat down.

I uploaded yesterday's screenshots, the platform complaint ticket, the chat history, and the audio recording to my cloud drive.

In the afternoon, two more packages arrived.

The recipient was still me.

A camera lens worth over seven hundred.

A laptop worth almost two grand.

Chloe called me from her desk.

"Nicole, are these two not yours either?"

"Nope."

"Should I reject them then?"

"Please do."

Ten minutes later, Rachel charged over.

"Who gave you the right to reject my deliveries?"

Her face was red with rage.

I stayed seated in front of my computer without moving an inch.

"My name is on the label. I guess that gave me the right."

"Those items are mine!"

"Then have them rerouted to you."

She glared at me with pure fury.

"Today is the last day of the sale for that laptop!

"If it gets returned now, buying it again will cost me three hundred more!"

"None of my business."

She stared at me as if I were an alien.

"Nicole, do you think only of yourself?"

I almost burst out laughing.

"You bought things using my name.

"I just refuse to take on the risk.

"Who's the one only thinking of herself here?"

Her voice suddenly spiked in volume.

"What risk?

"You signed for them a dozen times before, and what did that ever cost you?"

I stared right at her.

"If there's no risk, why didn't you put your own name?"

Once again, Rachel couldn't come up with an answer.

In the end, she turned and stormed off in a rage.

The next day, she started going downstairs to collect her packages herself.

She stopped speaking to me altogether.

The bullet comments never went away, though.

"She's planning to make her move early."

"In the original plot it was a week later. Now it's three days."

"Her boyfriend told her to finish processing these latest orders and move to another platform."

"MC, watch out for the returns!"

At five-thirty that afternoon, Chloe pushed a delivery cart past my desk.

Sitting on top was a familiar camera box.

I stood up instantly.

"Is that being sent out?"

"Yeah."

She looked down at her records.

"Rachel's return."

I walked over.

Printed boldly in the sender column of the return label was my name.

My vision went dark for a second.

"Who filled this out?"

Chloe was stunned.

"It was already printed when Rachel brought it over."

I took a photo immediately.

Then I called the delivery man, demanding a specific note:

"Actual sender is Rachel Stone, not Nicole Sullivan."

Hearing the commotion, Rachel rushed over from her desk.

"Are you ever gonna stop?"

I held the return label up in front of her face.

"My name as the recipient.

"Now for the return, my name is still used as the sender.

"Rachel, what on earth are you trying to pull?"

A flash of panic flickered across her face.

Quickly, she replaced it with righteous indignation.

"The system just defaults to the original recipient!

"It's not like I filled it out on purpose!"

"Then change it."

"It's already printed. How am I supposed to change it?"

I turned to the delivery man who just arrived.

"Can it be changed?"

He nodded.

"Just cancel and reorder the pickup."

Rachel's face went pale.

Gritting her teeth, she filled in her own name right in front of me.

I watched her as she wrote it down.

goods. This was the first time she'd put her real name on a return label for one of these high-value items.

When she finished, she slammed the pen onto the desk.

"Satisfied now?"

I said, "Keep it this way from now on."

She let out a sneer.

"Have no worries.

"I won't let you touch any of my packages, even if you beg."

Yet at ten o'clock that night, I received a text from an unknown number.

"Dear Ms. Sullivan, regarding your multiple recent post-sales return applications for high-value items, our risk control department needs to verify details with you further. Please keep your phone line open."

I stared at that line of text for a long time.

Then, I took a screenshot.