Chapter 2

After being discharged from the hospital, I drove back to the office to pack my things and process my resignation.

In my drawer, I kept a bracelet my mother wore, the only memento she left me.

I pushed open the door, only to find Amber sitting happily at my desk, applying makeup—even using *my* cosmetics!

Seeing me, she sneered:

“Damien said this office is mine now. Some old women are just useless, can’t hold onto a baby, a man, or a job.”

Her words stung, my eyes reddening. I reached out to slap her, but a large hand grabbed mine.

Amber immediately pouted, tears streaming down her face.

“Damien, Celeste told me to get out, said I made her seat dirty.”

Damien stepped in front of her, explaining:

“You’re going home anyway. Just let her have this office. Perfect, it’ll make her work hard to make up for the losses you caused last time.”

I let out a cold laugh. Was this a punishment or a reward?

Amber was just an intern; she had no e-commerce experience, let alone live streaming.

How could she possibly take over my position?

But I was too tired to argue. I just wanted to leave quickly.

As soon as I opened the drawer, my mother's necklace was gone.

I asked Amber:

“Where did you put the jewelry box that was in here?”

She spoke dismissively:

“Oh, that old box? I threw it away. It’s probably at the dump by now. Looked like it was only worth ten bucks, I’ll pay you back.”

I slapped her directly across the face:

“That was my mother’s only memento! No amount of money can ever replace it!”

I was the one heartbroken, yet Amber ran off crying, covering her face.

“It’s your fault for not keeping it safe, and now you’re blaming me? I bet you just want to drive me away. I have to pay for my dad’s medical bills, and you just want me to lose this job. You’re trying to kill me! I’ll just go kill myself now!”

Amber rushed out crying. Damien’s brow furrowed, and he instinctively started to follow her.

Trembling, I called out to him from behind:

“You can go after her, but sign my resignation letter first.”

But he didn’t stop, just glanced at me coldly.

“Celeste, when did you become so petty? Are you really going to force Amber to her death? It’s just a bracelet. I’ll buy you a better one.”

With that, Damien walked out without hesitation.

I tightly clutched my resignation application and went to HR. The employee in charge looked troubled.

“Celeste, without Mr. Damien’s signature, your resignation won’t be effective unless you pay the penalty for breach of contract.”

I didn’t hesitate. I immediately called Sterling Corporation, his rival company:

“You’ve been trying to poach me, haven’t you? I’ll participate in the live selling competition for you in three days. But you have to pay my termination fee.”