Framed Every Lifetime
During the annual awards gala, I stepped out to use the restroom. When I came back, my year-end bonus was gone, canceled for allegedly assaulting a new coworker, Elan Crowe.
In my first life, I desperately tried to prove my innocence by showing my fitness tracker’s movement data, proving I had been in the bathroom.
Calder Roane, the department head, flew into a rage. "Everyone in the department saw you hit him. And you still want to deny it?"
I struggled and explained frantically, but in the chaos, I accidentally fell down the stairs and died on the spot.
In my second life, I took medical leave and skipped the gala entirely. I never expected that just past noon, the police would surround
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