"You don't have to come to work next Monday." Wang Zhe, the department director, threw a stack of documents on my face in front of all my colleagues. Just because I don't want to take the blame for his playboy cousin. Surrounded by looks of ridicule and pity, I was once the company's gold medal project leader, but now I was expelled like a wild dog. I lowered my head and silently picked up the scattered documents. No one saw the cold smile on my lips. Fire me? Very nice. You have no idea whose future you have ruined with your own hands, and what kind of devastating revenge will come. That email I sent anonymously, the countdown, began.
