Todos los capítulos de My AI Girlfriend’s Secret Affair: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

I laid my phone face down on the desk.Every single pair of eyes in the packed conference room remained pinned on me like needles."I've been single my entire life," I said, keeping my voice steady, "That photo is photoshopped."Zoe’s eyes were still red with tears. However, her hands moved as fast as lightning as she whipped out her phone.She marched over and thrust her screen right in front of Audrey."Look, Mrs. Mitchell," Zoe said, her voice shaking, "Look at what he posted on Instagram last Valentine's Day."It was a picture of "Harper." Long dark hair, soft side profile, a tiny, subtle curve at the corner of her lips.The caption read: [Year three with Harper.]Zoe’s thumb flew across her screen, scrolling through post after post."Here's New Year's Eve," Zoe rattled off, "Here's her birthday last month. During the company retreat last fall, he insisted he had to hurry home because his girlfriend was waiting for him. Last year’s New Year’s Eve, he said he’d be counting

Every single day, Zoe would stand up to grab water, head into the conference room, or walk to the cafeteria for lunch.It was that exact same gait: the slight slouch, the narrow shoulders, the hurried footsteps.The familiar resonance of that recorded voice suddenly crashed over me like a tidal wave.A female voice, soft, smooth, with a subtle upward lilting inflection at the end of each sentence.Whenever Zoe used to ask me coding questions, the final syllable of her sentences always drifted up in that exact same lilt.I stared at the frozen, blurry side profile on the screen.The voice, the posture, the profile: all three dots connected instantly.I lifted my head and met Zoe’s gaze.I was the one who hired her. During last year's recruitment, out of over a hundred resumes, I chose hers.At the bottom of the final technical exam question, she had written a single extra line of notes: [I don't know how to solve this yet, but I really want to learn.]I remembered her staying

Zoe’s face went pale.She backed away another step, the metal legs of her chair scraping across the floorboards in a sharp, screeching shriek."It wasn't me!" she gasped, her throat strung so tight her voice was practically a squeak. "How can you possibly say it was me? Just because you think the inflection sounds similar? Am I the only person in this entire company whose voice lilts up at the end?""Then say it right now," I said calmly.She glared at me, her eyes locked on mine."Repeat the exact line from that recording," I challenged her, looking her dead in the eye, "Say it out loud in front of everyone right now."Zoe’s lower lip quivered uncontrollably."Thanks for driving me home today, Mr. Mitchell. Do you want to come up for a drink?"She couldn't utter a single syllable.It wasn't that she didn't want to; she was terrified. The second she opened her mouth, her vocal timbre would match the recording perfectly, sealing her fate.Audrey leaned back into her chair, r

Audrey turned off the audio recording and stood up."Zoe, you're fired. Effective immediately. Pack your things today. I’ll make sure the official reason is clearly documented on your separation paperwork."Zoe's knees buckled. She grabbed the edge of the table to steady herself.Then, Audrey turned to Benjamin."Benjamin, the divorce papers."She pulled two documents from her bag and laid them flat on the table. One divorce agreement. One equity transfer form."Sign them. You walk away with nothing. Every single share of company stock in your name transfers to me."Benjamin stared at the two sheets of paper. His hand hovered above them, trembling uncontrollably."You… You can't!""I can. You cheated. You embezzled company funds to pay for hotel rooms. You fabricated evidence to frame an employee. Every last drop of proof is right here on my phone."If you don't sign, every single bit of this lands in the inbox of every investor we have by tomorrow morning."Three seconds pa

Audrey raised her eyes and looked at me."Let’s launch it directly to the market," I said, pointing to the blank space on the right side of the whiteboard, "A web app. Zero barrier to entry. Our users are our distribution channel. Let them take a look at the data before deciding whose side they want to be on."The corner of Audrey’s mouth twitched into a subtle smile. She wrote three words on the right side: “Direct-to-Consumer.”"The third problem," she said, "The industry association's data compliance investigation.""We lay out all of Harper's training data from the past three years including compliance logs, data sources, and privacy protection protocols, out in the open. We run our own internal audit first, then hand everything over to the investigative panel directly.""Voluntary disclosure.""Exactly. Zoe posted about deepfakes on a global tech forum, so we give the investigation team a complete compliance white paper."Underneath "Direct-to-Consumer," Audrey added anothe