My boss laid me off right before the holidays and refused to give me my year-end bonus. I fought him in court for half a month and finally got my money. That night, I slept soundly, clutching my phone with the beautiful bank balance on the screen. But when I woke up the next morning, I was dumbfounded. My money! My money was all gone! Overnight, the numbers evaporated. $88,888 turned into $8.88. I grabbed a knife and went straight to my boss. "Speak! Did you steal my bonus?" "It must be you, you old bastard! You conspired with accounting to claw the money back!" "My money! Give me back my money!" I nearly chopped the office to pieces before the police arrived. They checked the company's records and found an unaccounted-for transaction. My boss hemmed and hawked, refusing to explain the source. Instead, he slapped me: "Bitch, take the money and get out!" "Don't come scamming me again. If you call the cops one more time, I won't give you a cent, you beggar!" I couldn't take it anymore. Screw him! Even a saint has limits, let alone someone suppressed for eight years. In a fit of rage, I grabbed my boss and jumped off the building with him. Falling through the air, I suddenly regretted it. I need to be alive to spend the money! I was so confused! When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my boss handed me the compensation check. 1 "Take the money and get out!" "It's just a layoff, not your life!" Mr. Curly's voice rang in my ears. Accompanied by a splitting headache, I realized I had been reborn. He spat towards my face while dragging me and shouting loudly. "Everyone, come look! The big hero who sued the company is back!" Instantly, my colleagues' gazes were drawn to Mr. Curly. He pushed me in front of everyone: "This is our great hero, Bella Swan." "Everyone, take a good look at her face. Spread the word about her later." "After all, she's the shameless one who ruined everyone's year-end bonus for her own selfish gain. If you have complaints, don't come to me, go to Bella!" Worthy of being a boss. In a few words, Mr. Curly incited everyone's emotions. People were already pointing fingers at me. Some stopped working to glare at me. "Is she sick in the head?" "Does she think she's cool, playing the 'Gen Z rectifying the workplace' card?" "She wishes she were Gen Z. She's pushing thirty and unwanted. Even men avoid her. Disgusting trying to act young at her age!" "Exactly, a scheming old woman. The company culture is ruined by people like her. Toxic!" Vicious curses came at me, more intense than in my past life. But I didn't care. I just wanted my money. In my past life, I had a fierce temper right after the lawsuit. Before Mr. Curly could slander me, I pulled out evidence of him docking employees' pay for years. The employees exploded, surrounding Mr. Curly for an explanation. Forced into a corner, Mr. Curly had to pay out some money to calm everyone down, including my compensation. I deposited it that night, checking the balance repeatedly before sleeping. The next morning, I tried to buy some things for my house, but the payment failed due to insufficient funds. I thought it was a system error, but it kept failing. Opening the banking app to contact support, I froze at the number. "$8.88" Overnight, my balance went from $88,888 to $8.88. And I hadn't touched it. A friend in accounting told me Mr. Curly was beaming today. "He looks like he's on drugs, face glowing, smiling at everyone." Remembering his malicious look when I left, I snapped. I took a knife to the company. Later, Mr. Curly and I fell to our deaths. During the fall, Mr. Curly screamed that I was crazy. He yelled in despair: "Bella, are you sick?! I told you that money has nothing to do with you! Why frame me!!!" "I gave you the compensation, what more do you want? What kind of grudge makes you pull me down with you..." His complaints stopped abruptly as we both crashed and died. Opening my eyes again, I pondered. Mr. Curly's scream didn't seem fake. He was about to die; he had no reason to lie. So who took my money? And why was he beaming? I shook my head, vision blurry. "Hey! Bella! I'm talking to you! Are you stupid?" Mr. Curly's voice pulled me back from my memories. Under everyone's gaze, three large sacks were placed in front of me. To disgust me, Mr. Curly deliberately changed the money into small bills and coins. Just counting it would take all day. In my past life, unwilling to be humiliated, I flipped the table and demanded a direct transfer. But in this life, I thought cash was great. Fantastic! This much money is heavy. Hard to move without strength. I'd sleep hugging these three sacks tonight. Surely my money wouldn't disappear this time? I sat down happily, ignoring the disgusted looks, and started counting bill by bill. All day, I did nothing but squat in the lobby counting money. It got dark. The company was closing. Under the urging of Mr. Curly and Finance, I finally counted the last stack. I rubbed my waist and stood up, swaying. "Hiss... correct. $88,888. Not a penny more, not a penny less." Mr. Curly lost his temper completely. He had never seen someone as thick-skinned as me, fussing over money to the point of losing face. I thought he should go eat sh*t. Yes, I fuss over this money because it's mine. He, the boss, docks employees' bonuses. Workers look forward to this bonus all year. Docking it is like killing their parents. Of course I'd sue! I strapped one sack to my chest, one to my back, and carried one in my hand. Three bulging bags. Under Mr. Curly's disdainful gaze, I rode my e-scooter home. Home, I counted again. Still the same. I thought about today. Didn't offend Mr. Curly too much, didn't expose his dirty laundry. He wouldn't risk crime to harm me. Didn't deposit the money. It's in bed with me. I'd feel it if it went missing. No card to be swiped, no thief sneaking in. I closed my eyes, hugging the sacks tight. This time, my money is finally mine. But when I opened my eyes the next morning, I was dumbfounded. My money! Where is my money! Where did it go!!!? The three sacks were empty. Not a dime left!!!! And my account balance was $8.88 again. Just like my past life! I fainted. What is happening? I protected my money so well, how is it gone again? How did it disappear? I couldn't figure it out. Trembling, I called the police. The police were baffled too. "You're saying you suspect your boss broke in and stole your money?" I nodded firmly: "Yes. My money is gone, and he's my prime suspect." "Besides my dispute with Mr. Curly, I haven't offended anyone. I can't suspect anyone else." To convince them, I showed the judgment. "Look, officers. This is my labor dispute with Mr. Curly." "I worked for him for eight years. He laid me off at year-end without a bonus." "He even led the rumors against me, insulting me in front of employees, just so I wouldn't get the money." For insurance, I recorded everything since my rebirth yesterday. Mr. Curly's ugly face was captured frame by frame. Now it was useful. I played it for the police, pointing at his face: "Look, when I left, he mouthed: 'Stupid bitch, even if you take the money, you won't keep it. It'll be gone before it's warm!'" "Doesn't this show he had designs on my money? Without outside interference, how could my money vanish into thin air?" I was frantic. The more I thought, the angrier I got. I wanted to roll up my sleeves and fight Mr. Curly. But in my past life, I suffered from emotional outbursts, arguing with him instead of clarifying things with the police. Resulting in my death without getting my money back. Not good. Life first, money second. Having both is best. I took a deep breath and spoke clearly: "Yesterday, after the judgment, I asked for the money. He cursed and gave it reluctantly." "He splashed dirty water on me in front of the whole company, blaming me for their lack of bonuses." "Combining his final curse with his usual behavior, I reasonably suspect Mr. Curly stole the money back because he didn't want to give it to me." I exhaled long. God knows how hard it is to suppress emotions and narrate objectively. For this money, I'm exhausted. The officer nodded. "Yes, reasonable suspicion." "Combined with everything, Mr. Curly has a motive..." I was about to rejoice. "Then arrest him, make him return my money..." The officer continued: "But this only proves motive. It doesn't make him a suspect." "Unless there is more critical, substantial evidence..." I deflated instantly. Substantial evidence? What more do you need?! The video is right there! He cursed me saying the money would be gone! Doesn't that prove he planned it? How else do I prove he stole it?! I was dying of anxiety. I can wait, but the money can't. What if he transfers it? Then it's really gone! Just as I was about to cry, I remembered something. A scene flashed in my mind. I screamed in joy: "I remember! I remember! I have evidence, officer!" "This time, we can definitely catch Mr. Curly!" The officer looked over. "Ms. Bella, what evidence?" I danced with excitement, pulling the officer towards the bathroom. "You can drug test me!" "Yesterday, I drank a lot of water at the company while counting money. When I got home, I was sleepy and fell asleep quickly." "I suspect Mr. Curly drugged my water with sleeping pills, which is why I was so out of it and didn't notice the money being stolen!" "And this apartment was company-assigned before I rented it myself. Mr. Curly, as the boss, has a spare key!" "Officer, substantial evidence! Please help me get my money back!" I started unbuttoning my pants. I wasn't acting. Anyone seeing this would sigh that another worker has been driven mad. The officer closed his eyes: "Ma'am, please calm down!" "I'm just a police officer. Drug tests are done by forensics. Don't take off your pants, I can't do this!" "Oh," I pulled my pants up resentfully. "Then call forensics quickly. I can't hold it much longer." Half an hour later, the results came. "Well?" The forensic doctor nodded solemnly. "Yes, Ms. Bella is right. Her body contains a large amount of sleeping pill components. This counts as substantial evidence." "Great! Arrest him!" Soon, Mr. Curly was brought in. Seeing me, his face turned green. "Holy mother of... Bella, you again? Are you done yet!?" "I gave you the bonus, what else do you want?" "Just because you're unemployed doesn't mean I am!" Speaking as if he wasn't the one who fired me. I got even angrier. New hate and old grudges combined, I scratched Mr. Curly's face. It took effort for the police to separate us. "Cough! Order! Order! Ms. Bella! Watch your emotions!" "Before the case is filed, Mr. Curly is just cooperating. No excessive beating!" Oh?
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