Semua Bab The Tag That Went Viral: Bab 1 - Bab 8

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

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,

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

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