All Chapters of A Gen‑Z Snitch Ruined My Name: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

That night, a video shot straight to the top of the trending list.The title read, "Forced Into 'Voluntary' Overtime Over the Holidays—How Am I Supposed to Love My Company?"The star of the video was none other than Sylvie.She maliciously edited my explanation from the afternoon meeting into cold, heartless soundbites, like "If you don't work overtime, it means you're not working hard enough," and "If you're poor, that's on you."Then she paired it with her own masterful performance of being "utterly exhausted after having worked overtime continuously for an entire month".On camera, her eyes were red-rimmed, and her voice was hoarse."I'm just a fresh graduate. I just want to take a proper holiday. Why is that so hard?"Triple pay and a 500-dollar cash bonus—sounds tempting, right? But we're basically trading it for our lives! I don't even know how I'm supposed to love a company that traps employees with money like this!"The video's damage was immense. Instantly, the comment

The employees who had been cheering and jumping for joy just seconds earlier now stood with their smiles frozen in place.For the longtime employees who had been counting on the overtime pay to cover mortgages, their children's tuitions, and their parents' medical bills, the color drained completely from their faces.The phone I had placed on the podium, which was connected to the projector, suddenly lit up.An email that had just arrived was projected in real time onto the massive screen behind me, every word crystal clear.The sender was Odessa Monroe of Monroe Corporation—the company's most important potential merger partner."Ms. Pierce, I've seen the news online. I cannot proceed with a merger with a company whose corporate culture is this unstable and whose employees display zero sense of contractual integrity and professional ethics."My daughter, Callista Monroe, will be joining your company tomorrow as an intern. She'll conduct the final evaluation of your team, and she'

I instructed Bree to bring Sylvie, Ryan, and Elara into my office.Meanwhile, Callista sat quietly on the couch in the corner, like an uninvolved observer, watching us calmly.When Sylvie was brought in, her legs were so weak that two employees had to half-carry and half-drag her through the door. Ryan, on the other hand, wore a mixture of anticipation and dread on his face, while Elara kept her head lowered the entire time, never daring to look at me.I didn't waste any words. I projected the chat logs and audio recording Ryan had so generously contributed onto the white wall behind them.When Sylvie's own voice echoed through the silent office, boasting about how she planned to use this scandal to gain followers and monetize it, her face went deathly pale."No… that's not me! That's been edited! I'm being framed!"Ryan immediately launched into a performance worthy of a masterclass. He sobbed bitterly, pointing at Sylvie, accusing her of deceiving him and exploiting his kindnes

Callista walked onto the stage.Without wasting a single word, she immediately called out Ryan's team."A 'play-the-victim' press conference is the dumbest and most fatal strategy presented in this entire exercise."Her voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear. "All it does is send one message to the market—this company can do nothing but cry. You're essentially admitting that your product really does have a problem."Ryan's face instantly flushed a deep, ugly crimson.Next, Callista gave high praise to Moira's plan."This is the only correct logic for crisis response," Callista said, turning to me. "Proving innocence technically, striking swiftly and decisively through legal means, and leveraging professional authority on the PR front. This young woman's thinking is already at the level of a seasoned product strategy director."Finally, I stepped onto the stage and announced the final results of the exercise."According to Ms. Monroe's evaluation, seven people have be