Chapter 2

Jenny remained unchanged from her previous life; she still eyed that bidding proposal.

"Didn't we agree that Edward would mentor you from now on? Why are you still in my office?"

Jenny jumped and stiffened at my voice. With trembling hands, she dropped the bidding proposal straight into the shredder.

"M-Ms. Strallen, I'm here to make it up to you by cleaning."

I looked around.

A painting by my grandfather hung on the wall. She had wiped it with alcohol. The entire painting was smudged. It was completely ruined.

The plant on my desk, worth thousands, had withered. The soil was still steaming. Inside the watering can was freshly boiled water.

Not to mention the neatly organized documents, now reduced to complete chaos.

Cleaning?

She was not there to clean. She was there to cause trouble.

I looked at the shredded documents, my voice turning icy, "Is destroying documents also your way of making up?"

Jenny flusteredly tried to avoid my gaze. "I saw that you have too many useless documents, so I tried to get rid of them for you."

I pointed to the tiny surveillance camera in the top right corner of my office.

"This is an important official document which you've just destroyed. Do you think you can afford the consequences? I installed the surveillance camera yesterday, just to prevent important documents from getting lost."

Jenny visibly broke out in cold sweat, but her eyes flashed a little maliciously. Then, she stormed off crying.

"Ms. Strallen, you can hit me and yell at me, but you can't insult me like this! No one else in the entire company except me had entered your office. You clearly installed the surveillance camera just to keep an eye on me!"

I ignored her.

Luckily, I remembered that she would do such a thing, so I had locked the real bidding proposal in the safe.

If she had destroyed them, the consequences would be unimaginable.

This incident also indirectly proved that Jenny was not an idiot. She was just finding an opportunity to cause trouble.

When Edward heard her complaints, he came looking for me a few times. He demanded that I take down the surveillance camera and apologize to Jenny.

I told him right to his face that as long as she stayed out of my office, there would be no suspicion at all.

After that incident, I focused entirely on the bidding project and ignored those two. Since Jenny could not cause me any trouble, she started targeting other colleagues.

Every time I returned to the office, the entire workspace was filled with resentment.

She played games on someone's computer and accidentally deleted half a month’s worth of overnight design work.

She tagged along on a business trip and gifted a client a cheap two-dollar hair clip.

She offended a client we had spent six months cultivating, ruining the deal entirely.

She burned documents in the restroom for fun, triggering the fire alarm system and drenching everyone in the building like a sudden downpour. Everyone fell ill with high fevers and had to be hospitalized.

Time and time again, Edward protected her, brushing everything off with, "She's still young."

The company was thrown into chaos because of her, yet no one dared to speak up.

I could not stand staying in that environment for even a second longer, so I applied to the board for an overseas assignment.

The approval came through quickly. I was already preparing to leave the country when I suddenly received a call from the police.

They said that my identity had been deregistered, and they wanted to confirm if I was actually dead.

My identity deregistered? That was equivalent to me being dead!

I immediately asked HR what was going on. They told me that Edward was the one dealing with my overseas trip.

Taking the information of my identity being deregistered, I entered Edward's office, huffing, "Care to explain to me what the hell is going on?"

Jenny was sitting on his lap, learning how to tie his tie. They were so close together; all that was missing was just a kiss.

Jenny pretended to be flustered. She explained, "Ms. Strallen, don't be mistaken. Mr. Cooper was just teaching me how to be a good assistant!"

When she saw the documents in my hand, she covered her mouth and screamed.

"Ah! I did this! I think I accidentally called the cancellation office instead of the visa office."

Deregistering a person required filling out forms in person. Not one, but five in total.

I did not believe for a second that she filled out five forms without noticing anything strange.

I slammed the documents onto the desk, my voice hoarse with rage.

"Do you have any idea what it means for me to be deregistered? Every project and document signed under my name in the past six months will be rendered invalid! That's a loss of at least hundreds of millions. Will you take responsibility for that?!

"It's not just money! It's also the company's reputation and mine! Come with me right now and prove this cancellation was a procedural error!"