The New Intern Is Super Nosy

I read the notes tied to the parcels.

[Enjoy, Side Chick!]

[Drop dead already, you wench!]

[What goes around comes around!]

My gut told me this was Vivian’s doing. I immediately opened my phone and found the social media account she used to generate leads through her sales job.

Sure enough, I found a post that she had uploaded three hours ago.

[This Sales Girl Slept With My Client and Stole My Million-Dollar Commission on Valentine’s Day!]

The post had gone viral and had gained nearly a hundred thousand likes in just a few hours. The content of the post was even more shocking. It not only included pictures and a timeline but also her Sherlock Holmes-style analytical commentary.

She had even posted the pair of torn stockings I had changed out of after work!

[She took my stolen client to the VIP consultation room, and when they came out, her stockings were ripped! Once he was done paying, she followed him to a hotel to get a room!]

The netizens were attacking me fiercely in the comment section.

[Unbelievable! It’s 2025, and we still have people bullying colleagues in the workplace and stealing their sales!]

[Poor OP. I hope this evil witch gets hit by a truck!]

[I can’t with this. Why hasn’t she been doxxed yet? I’m going to do the world a favor and expose this loose woman’s identity myself tonight.]

[Guys, my hacker friend just doxxed her. I found her home address!]

[Give me the address! I want to send her a gift!]

As I scrolled through the comments, a wave of fear washed over me.

Vivian had managed to fabricate the “truth” behind the ripped stockings I had thrown in the trash by simply prying, guessing, and twisting the facts. Had it not been Henry in the consultation room with me today, I would have never been able to clear my name, no matter how hard I could have tried to explain!

The entire post was an indictment, accusing me of sleeping with clients to steal sales and bullying new interns.

To further prove that she was telling the “truth,” she had even dug up my old vacation photos from other social media apps. There was a picture of my hand holding Henry’s one, taken in the first-class section of a plane.

The comments under this photo sparked a new wave of online harassment.

[This old hag literally sleeps with anyone for a trip!]

[I’m done. Sending her those “gifts” isn’t enough! I’m reporting her to her company to get her fired!]

Reading the comments, I was so furious I could barely breathe while Henry’s expression turned completely dark.

“Call the police. Don’t worry. I’m getting our lawyer on this right now.”

I never imagined Vivian’s prying nature would be strong enough to find my private account on other social media apps. Thank goodness I only used that account to share mere bits of my personal life and some travel photos. I never posted one where Henry’s face was clearly visible.

Otherwise, she would have definitely uncovered my true identity.

The lawyer immediately began gathering the chain of evidence related to the online harassment.

When I opened the company WhatsApp group chat, I saw that Vivian had actually filed a complaint using my real name in the main company group.

[A senior employee steals a million-dollar client from an intern. How is the company handling this? @everyone]

The group chat had been active just moments before, but it fell completely silent after she sent that message.

Vivian thus started causing more trouble. Relying on a photo of a pair of stockings taken from a trash can, she arrogantly made her demands in the group.

[Don’t play dead! I’ve got proof this salesgirl was seducing and sleeping with clients during her shift! @everyone]

I gripped my phone tightly, forcing myself to stay calm.

I composed a message to fire back.

[First of all, that client is a VIC who specifically requested me. There was no “stealing” involved.]