"Chloe, what do you think about this factory? Their benefits are enticing."Sydney Cox's voice left me in a daze. Didn't she, my very best friend, set me on fire and burn me alive?"Hey, say something," she grumbled, elbowing me sharply.The pain snapping through my arm made me realize that I had been reborn—not just that, but on the day before she started work at the factory.In my previous life, I invited her to join my family's factory because I was afraid she might get scammed into working at a sweatshop. On paper, she was there to work, but in reality, she was only there to have fun.Sydney and I lived and ate together. In a day, she would spend about two hours, at most, on the production line. Mom and Dad also sympathized with her situation, so they turned a blind eye to her inaction.Ultimately, when Sydney found out her salary was slightly lower than that of a veteran employee, she accused my parents of using her for cheap labor. That night, she set our house on fire, bur
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