The New Intern Is Super Nosy
I worked at a sales job and felt pretty good about my work. Then, Vivian appeared. She was a new intern with an insatiable curiosity for others’ private affairs.
On Valentine’s Day, my husband, Henry Ambrose, bought a million dollars’ worth of bags from me to help me meet my sales target.
Just as I left work to meet him for a date, Vivian sent a snide message.
[Your Fitbit just logged an extra thousand steps. That’s literally the exact distance to the hotel next door. Nice work, Lily! You close a million-dollar deal and immediately head to the hotel with the client?]
I coldly fired back, [If you’re this desperate to stalk people, you should’ve just joined the K-9 unit.]
That very night, parcels of adult toys appeared on my doorstep. Vivian had written a nasty post that had gone viral, and things turned out like this!
[This Salesgirl Slept With My Client and Stole My Million-Dollar Commission on Valentine’s Day!]
A pair of my ripped silk stockings, which I had tossed in the trash, became her “proof” that I had seduced a client during work hours.
Vivian was painted as the victim, while I was viciously smeared as a “salesgirl who slept with clients for commissions.”
What Vivian did not know was that Henry was actually a leading researcher worth billions. I only took the sales job because I was bored and wanted to experience something new.