Ripping Off Their Mask
The day after the new year, during a family gathering, my aunt sneered at me as I worked overtime, reviewing a proposal.
"Why are you pretending to be so busy? It’s not like we don’t know you only make three thousand a month. Real money-makers are people like my daughter, a designer so successful she doesn’t even have time to come home!"
I ignored her, but she directed her spoiled son to delete all my files while I was in the bathroom.
My hands trembled with rage. "This proposal is due in ten minutes—if I don’t submit it, everything is ruined!"
She scoffed dismissively. "He’s just a kid. What could he possibly know? Besides, your job isn’t even worth much. If you lose the files, you lose them. Worst case, you get fired."
I chuckled coldly but said nothing.
She had no idea it was the proposal her daughter had spent an entire month working on.
And I was the client who held her daughter’s fate in my hands.
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