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Synopsis
For Valentine's Day, my manager ordered me to organize a company swimsuit party.
"This is your chance to shine, ladies. The bikinis better be smoking hot."
"Don't want to join? Cut the act. Don't you women love showing off your bodies in front of men? Perks like this don't come every day. You should be grateful."
I couldn't help rolling my eyes. Screw him. At worst, I’d just quit!
When I walked into his office, he handed me a neon pink micro-bikini.
"Chloe, you'll lead the dance in this. Do it well, and I’ll make sure you get promoted."
Looking at his sleazy grin, the corners of my mouth curled up. My mind was made up.
"It's a deal, then."
When the day of the party came, what happened sent shockwaves through the entire company.
"Chloe, we're doing a bikini pool party for Valentine's Day. Every single female employee must attend. It's for the overall happiness of the team."
My fingers tightened around my coffee mug. "Director Evans... that's inappropriate. Not everyone is comfortable with an event like that."
Brad Evans narrowed his beady eyes, raking his gaze up and down my body like sticky grease.
"What's not to be comfortable with? Girls these days love this stuff. They’d kill for a chance to have guys look at them!"
"This is a perk for the women here. Don't be ungrateful."
He leaned forward, his massive beer belly pressing against the desk, threatening to pop his shirt buttons at any second.
"Besides, it's a chance to show off your charm. Every single one of you better dress hot!"
I opened my mouth to push back.
Brad cut me off immediately, his voice hard as stone. "Anyone who skips out will lose their bonus and their perfect attendance pay!"
He took a sip from his mug, leaving a ring of water on the desk that spread like his unchecked greed.
Late that night, the office lights hummed pale and cold.
Every word in my event proposal felt like a clawed beast mocking my helplessness.
How was I supposed to fix this?
While I was lost in thought, a faint rustle came from the hallway.
I looked up. Through the cracks of the blinds, I saw Brad's silhouette.
He was holding up his phone, creeping toward Emma from the design department. He was trying to take upskirt photos.
Emma was bent over organizing files, her skirt slightly hitched up.
I shoved my chair back violently. The legs screeched against the floor.
Brad jumped in fright, nearly dropping his phone.
When he saw me glaring at him, he shot me a venomous look, turned on his heel, and walked away as if nothing had happened.
It was past midnight by the time I got home.
I collapsed onto my bed, exhausted, but Sarah's pleading eyes haunted my mind.
"Chloe, my daughter needs surgery. I can't afford to lose my bonus. Please, just pick a modest swimsuit for me... I'm begging you..."
Her wrinkles had looked so deep, her voice cracked with sheer desperation.
My heart felt squeezed by an invisible hand, suffocating me.
What kind of nightmare was this?
Disgusting creep. Complete pervert!
Ranting was easy, but I still had to survive the corporate grind.
The next morning, Brad called me into his office.
The moment the door clicked shut, the air turned thick and suffocating.
"So, Chloe, how are the preparations coming along?"
His voice sounded greasy, like it had just been fished out of a deep fryer.
I handed him the catalog of swimsuits I’d picked out, intentionally selecting one-pieces with full coverage.
Brad's brow knotted in disgust, his face dropping instantly.
"What the hell is this garbage? What are they, grandmas?"
"And cut the oversized towels from the budget. That’s not what company funds are for."
My stomach tightened. "Director Evans, the women might get cold..."
"Cold?" Brad's lips pulled into a lecherous smirk. "They can dance harder. Or stand closer to the men. That’ll warm them right up."
He leaned in so close his face was practically touching mine.
"You're leading the dance. Pick something sexy, like a K-pop routine."
A flare of rage ignited in my chest, but I forced it down.
Going head-to-head wouldn't work. I needed a smarter strategy.
Brad pulled a stack of photos from his drawer and threw them in front of me.
They were colorful, skimpy, barely-there bikinis.
"Order these instead."
Then he pulled out another box, revealing a blindingly bright neon pink bikini with next to no fabric.
"Here, Chloe. A little reward for you."
He shoved the bikini into my hands, his thumb lingering against the back of my hand with a sickening stroke."Do a good job, and I'll take good care of you. Raises, promotions—anything you want."
He leaned closer, lowering his voice into a sultry whisper.
Internally, I cursed out his entire family tree. On the outside, I plastered on a polished corporate smile.
"Don't worry, Director Evans. I'll make sure it's unforgettable."
I took a subtle step back, escaping his nauseating breath.
I lowered my head to hide the disgust in my eyes.
Out of the corner of my vision, I caught a glimpse of his computer monitor.
A photo... taken from a hidden angle. Dark, creepy.
The folder name read: 2024 Team Building Event.
My heart plummeted.
A plan began to form in my mind.
I was going to destroy him at that party.
I flashed him a dazzling, compliant smile. "My promotion is in your hands, Director."
That afternoon, in the breakroom.
Brad had Emma cornered by the counter.
He was holding a measuring tape, sporting that repulsive smirk.
"Come on, Emma, let me get your measurements so we can tailor the hottest bikini for you."
Emma went pale as a sheet.
She shrank back, trembling like a trapped deer.
"Director Evans, please... I..."
Her voice shook, breaking into sobs.
When she spotted me, her eyes flashed with pure terror and a silent plea for help.
That disgusting bastard was at it again.
Seeing his hands reach toward her, I couldn't wait another second!
I surged forward, quickening my pace.
With a flick of my wrist, a mug of steaming hot coffee splashed across his front.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I'm so, so sorry!"
"Aaargh!"
Brad shrieked in pain, hopping around trying to shake the hot liquid off his pants.
Catching my eye, Emma slipped away.
"Director Evans, are you okay?"
He glared at me with pure venom. "Watch where you're walking, you idiot!"
I immediately held out a new event proposal.
"Look, I added a stage dance, a massive LED screen, and a couples' waltz. What do you think?"
Brad's anger instantly melted into delight.
"Good girl, Chloe. Keep it up. I knew I could count on you."
Back at my desk, a chill ran down my spine.
I had to accelerate the plan.
I opened my contacts and messaged Chase in IT. We were old college friends.
I laid out the entire situation and explained what I needed.
He agreed without hesitation.
With tech support locked down, I let out a breath of relief.
Waiting for the right moment, I plugged a malware USB drive into Brad's computer.
When Brad started screaming about his system freezing, I immediately called Chase over to "fix" it.
I watched Chase work on the keyboard, holding my breath.
Please, let this work.
After an agonizing hour, Chase finally walked out.
Back at my desk, my phone buzzed with a message from him.
Got it. Creeper photos, plus receipts of embezzlement and kickbacks.
The words on the screen made my pulse race.
I opened the compressed file he sent.
Folder after folder of absolute horror.
In the candid photos, female coworkers looked shocked, helpless, or furious. It turned my stomach.
Even worse were the bank transfers showing Brad embezzling department funds to buy luxury bags for the Vice President's side chick.
This was more than enough to end him.
I texted Chase back: On International Women's Day, I'm going to put all of this on full blast.
Chase replied: Got your back. Leave the screens to me.
I couldn't help asking: Why are you helping me like this?
It took a while for his reply to come through: Because I like you. I won't let you get hurt—and I won't let him hurt anyone else, either.
A ray of hope finally pierced the gloom, lifting my spirits.
But the good mood didn't last.
Sarah was called into Brad's office.
The door was left slightly ajar. I could hear everything inside.
"Sarah, I picked this swimsuit out just for you. Well? Like it?"
Through the crack, I saw Sarah's back.
She was standing in a sheer, cut-out swimsuit, her entire frame trembling with shame.
My heart twisted painfully.
A moment later, Sarah walked out with her head down, tears spilling over her flushed cheeks.
A few female coworkers rushed over, speaking in hushed, comforting tones.
"I've never... been so humiliated in my entire life!" she sobbed.
Their gazes drifted toward me—cold, distant, and guarded. They thought I was his accomplice.
I silently turned back to my desk and sent the official party invites to the executive team.
Including the CEO.I clutched the flash drive in my hand.
Just one more day. Just hold on for one more day.
The sky was overcast on the day of the event.
The venue had been decorated with tacky "tropical paradise" props—it was as ridiculous as it was pathetic.
I carried a massive box of revealing bikinis to the backstage area.
The women gathered around, their faces torn between anxiety, dread, and bitter silence.
Taking a deep breath, I dumped the box out onto the table. Neon, skimpy bikinis spilled everywhere, dazzling and offensive.
"Chloe, is this..." Sarah's voice broke, her fingers clutching her clothes.
"Get out of here, you corporate puppet! We’d rather die than put those on!"
The room erupted with furious curses.
I didn't argue. Instead, I pulled a lighter from my pocket.
A flame flickered to life, catching the edge of the flimsy fabric.
Sarah gasped. "What are you doing?!"
Some gasped, hands over their mouths. Others stared in shock.
Tears spilled from Sarah's eyes, hitting the floor in silent drops.
Watching the fire consume the cheap cloth, I felt like I was watching Brad's vile smirk burn to ashes.
"Our bodies are not entertainment for a pervert!"
"What we wear, how we dance, or whether we perform at all is our choice. Screw the manager's orders!"
Emma was the first to speak up. "She's right! Let that creep rot in hell!"
A wave of support swept through the room. Head held high, every woman walked into the main hall wearing comfortable, professional outfits.
Brad's face fell instantly.
He puffed up like a ruffled rooster, his voice screeching through the microphone. "What the hell are you all wearing?! Where's the energy?!"
"The company threw this party for you, and this is how you repay us? You can't even follow basic dress code guidelines?!"
"You look like you're attending a damn funeral!"
He shoved his finger almost directly into their faces, spit flying.
"If you weren't women, I’d have fired every single one of you on the spot!"
Then he spun around, his murderous gaze locking onto me.
"Chloe Vance! Is this what you organized?!"
"Are these the swimsuits you picked?!"
"How completely incompetent can you be?!"
He hurled his fury at me, desperate to make me his scapegoat.
I didn't flinch. A cold smirk touched my lips.
"Director Evans, open your filthy eyes and look at the big screen."
My voice dripped with pure mockery.
The moment the flash drive plugged in, the trap closed.
"Brad Evans, you spy on your staff, you embezzle funds, and you harass female employees. The evidence is right here!"
CEO Sterling was sitting right in the front row. Brad was heading straight for prison.
I locked eyes with Brad, but instead of panicking, he wore an expression of tragic betrayal.
Was he in shock?
Suddenly, mutters erupted from the crowd behind me.
"Oh my god... Chloe is actually like that?"
I whipped my head around to look at the screen.
On the massive monitor, footage showed me creeping into Brad's office after hours, skillfully tampering with files on his desktop.
Then, an audio recording blasted through the speakers:
"Wire me fifty thousand dollars, or I'll ruin your life!"
It was my voice. Cold, extortionate, and greedy.
I froze as if struck by lightning.
How was that possible?!
CEO Victoria Sterling's brows drew together into a hard, dangerous line.
Her gaze sliced toward me like twin daggers.
Brad pointed at me with dramatic heartbreak, screaming to the crowd:
"I found out days ago that Chloe was blackmailing our female staff!"
"I set this whole thing up today just to expose her!"
He played the victim to perfection, his face twisted in righteous outrage.
"People like her belong behind bars!"
He glared at me, the smug triumph in his eyes nearly overflowing.
My entire body went numb with cold.
What went wrong?
Chapters (3)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Watch & Promotions
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