All Chapters of The Tag That Went Viral: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

The next morning, I was woken by my phone's relentless vibration.Picking it up, I found my missed calls maxed out and over a hundred unread messages—all from strangers.[Returning clothes while driving a BMW 5 Series? Are you out of your mind?][If I were you, I'd have smashed my head against the steering wheel by now.]No doubt about it—my personal information had leaked.I opened my closet. Every inch of it was lined with clothes, each sporting a giant price tag. I deliberately picked out a white blazer with its tag still hanging.If they wanted a show, they were going to get one.Driving to the office, I reached the garage gate where the security guard, Bruce Wesley, usually greeted me. Normally, he'd salute and raise the barrier before my car even stopped.Today, my car was pressed against the gate, and he didn't move a muscle. I honked.Slowly, he lifted his head, his eyes filled with disdain. Pointing to the visitor lane beside him, he said, "Ms. Davidson, the system's

Chapter 2

I stood up and walked toward Samantha.Samantha instinctively stepped back, and a few drops of coffee splashed onto the floor.She screamed, "What do you think you're doing? Are you going to hit me?""Carla, don't overreact.""Yeah, can't bear to hear someone else calling you out on the truth?"I paused, scanning the room.The subordinates who normally treated me with utmost respect were now lined up on the opposite side."Step aside," I said.They exchanged glances and, reluctantly, made a path.I hadn't even settled into my chair when my phone rang. It was our partner company."Ms. Davidson, regarding next quarter's collaboration, we need to reconsider," the voice said, clipped and formal. "Your personal image has caused a negative impact on the brand. We don't want our products associated with someone who returns everything."Before I could respond, the call ended.Immediately after, the boss's secretary summoned me to the office.I opened the door to find a tablet smas

Chapter 3

I chewed on my salad without looking up, letting Samantha shove the camera right in my face.Samantha grew bolder when I didn't react."And hey, aren't you all curious how she got that BMW 5 Series?" she purred at the camera. "She's just a regular employee—where's all that money coming from?""I heard…" she winked conspiratorially, "different luxury cars pick her up from work all the time."The chat exploded.[Oh, so she's an escort.][Makes sense, she's selling herself.][No wonder she won't cut the tags. She earns dirty money.]Public opinion flipped instantly, from petty greed to moral outrage. Some even started digging up my home address.My assistant, Patricia Homer, who had been holding back, finally snapped. She jumped in front of the camera."Stop spreading lies!" she shouted. "Carla isn't returning things for herself! She's doing it for—"But Samantha was faster, snatching the narrative."For what? To save up for a bag? Or maybe to satisfy some rich guy's weird fet

Chapter 4

The next morning, the internet erupted.Samantha had somehow bribed my cleaning lady. A secretly filmed video of my home went viral.The footage was shaky, but it was unmistakable—my wardrobe, my clothes racks, all crammed with garments, every single one flaunting a massive price tag. It looked like a giant clothing warehouse.The trending hashtag #CarlaDavidsonTagQueen exploded. Views passed into the hundreds of millions.Samantha's voiceover dripped with mockery."Oh my God, is she planning to open a clothing store or run a wholesale return business? How many pieces does she have? Thousands? How many merchants must she have ruined?"Even a well-known fashion brand I had never bought from jumped in for clicks, issuing a statement denouncing "malicious returns," subtly dragging me down.Some netizens even launched a "Boycott Carla" campaign. Others Photoshopped my memorial portrait and posted it to forums.Poor Samantha must have been up all night trying to smear me.Patricia,

Chapter 5

Samantha's voice trembled.Even the viewers in the live stream sensed something was off.[What's wrong? Did she see a ghost?][The price was too scary?][Stop teasing us! Show us already!]I stepped forward and snatched the tag from her hand.My hand shook slightly—not from fear, but from anger. Anger I had held back for three long days."Samantha," I said, my voice low and sharp, "are you blind, or is your heart just black?"I shoved the tag in front of the camera."Open your damn eyes and look closely! Do you see what this is?"The HD camera auto-focused, the image instantly crisp.It wasn't an ordinary price tag. There was no barcode, no fabric info, no price.Just a black-and-white photo, and a single line of blood-red text:MISSING PERSON - Matthew Jackson, male, 5 years old, went missing in 2019, birthmark on left ear. If you have any information, please contact… Reward offered.The live chat went completely silent.For five seconds, there was no scrolling, no insu

Chapter 6

The comment section instantly flooded with countless "I'm sorry" messages.Gift effects started dominating the screen—not for entertainment, but as a way for viewers to atone.Samantha stared at the stream of apologies, completely panicking. She tried to shut off the live broadcast."Stop the stream! Stop it! This is all a misunderstanding!"I grabbed her wrist, my eyes cold as knives."Trying to run now?" I said. "You were so arrogant just moments ago. You spread lies, and now you want to run in front of this child's photo?"I pointed at the tag she had just ripped off.On it, the little boy smiled at the camera—a smile that pierced everyone's hearts.Samantha trembled uncontrollably, tears and snot streaking her face."I… I didn't know… I really didn't know… I thought you were just greedy…"Then, suddenly, someone in the live stream requested to connect via microphone.The ID was a string of gibberish; the avatar, a lotus flower.I hesitated… then accepted.The screen sp

Chapter 7

Samantha thought the police had come for me.Clinging to what she believed was her last lifeline, she scrambled forward, pointing at me and shouting, "Officer! Arrest this fraudster! She's running illegal schemes! She's a scammer! She even hits people!"The officers looked at Samantha coldly, their gaze cutting through her like a blade, sizing up a mere jester. Then, without a word, they walked straight past her and stood before me.Two officers stopped and gave me a formal salute.The middle-aged woman holding the child burst into tears. Trembling, she held out a tag I had once worn."Benefactor! Carla! We found Tristan!"Someone spotted the tag on your clothes at Mount Balton, and the clue matched! The police have successfully rescued him! He's on his way home! He'll be home tomorrow!"The live stream was instantly flooded with emojis: [Tearful] [Carla is awesome] [Meritorious deed].With the police present, this was official recognition.I helped the mother to her feet, fin

Chapter 8

The storm of public opinion had finally settled, but the momentum hadn't waned.The "Tag for Missing Children" campaign became the hottest charitable movement online. Countless clothing brands reached out to me, offering to produce clothes with missing-child tags for free. Even luxury brands proposed multi-million-dollar endorsement deals, hoping I would promote their products.I turned them all down. I accepted only charity work.That night, Patricia asked, "Carla, why are you so relentless? You could have lived a much easier life."From deep in my drawer, I pulled out a yellowed old photograph.A little girl, filthy and cold, stared back at me from the picture. Around her neck hung a stiff cardboard tag, scribbled in crooked letters: [My name is Carla Davidson. My home is…]"I was lost once too," I whispered, my mind drifting back to that bitter winter."I wandered around the train station for three days. An old scavenger saved me. He couldn't read, so he got someone to write

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