1 After ten years of grinding at the company, my boss, convinced my pregnancy was to blame for a drop in performance, tried to force me out. I filed a labor arbitration claim against him and cut off all my business partnerships. Eventually, the company went bankrupt, and the boss faced court enforcement. Desperate and cornered, he blamed everything on me. On the day I was supposed to give birth, he intentionally ran me over with his car in a fit of rage, killing me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my boss first started making my life hell. Suddenly, a few lines of comments popped up above my head: [The protagonist's reborn! Go get 'em! Ruthlessly crush everyone, equally!] [Love watching the protagonist go insane, if it's not messy, I'm not watching!] … I looked at the floating comments above my head, bewildered. The slight bump of my belly and my hurrying colleagues jolted me awake. I had been reborn! I gasped, taking deep, excited breaths, my eyes welling up. It's real! It's real! My baby's still here. Amber frowned, her face etched with disdain. She rapped a file box sharply on my desk. "Manager Lee, are you dense?" she snapped. "I told you pregnant women aren't suited for work. Look at you—I'm just trying to brief you on a project, and you start crying! Honestly, first thing in the morning, how unlucky!" Seeing me ignore her, Amber tossed a final remark over her shoulder as she sashayed away. "You can explain to the boss why your sales are down now that you're pregnant." I looked down at the date on my phone. On this very day in my previous life, the boss had sent his conniving assistant, Amber, to subtly torment me. At noon, he called me in, using my declining sales performance as an excuse to force me into early maternity leave, even though I was only five months pregnant. In the afternoon, he had me move out of my manager's office and removed me from the company's organizational chart. That evening, I received my termination notice. I had worked at this company for ten years; no one had more seniority than me, except the boss himself. The company had grown from a cramped storage room of less than 100 square feet to its current 20,000 square feet. Over those ten years of growth, I had contributed 70% of the company's revenue. Yet, simply because I was pregnant with my second child at an older age, and my performance wasn't what it used to be, I was forcibly laid off. My decade of dedication had been utterly wasted on a scumbag. In my previous life, after being laid off, I collected evidence and filed a labor arbitration lawsuit demanding legal compensation. I also severed ties between my loyal clients and the company's business. Without my clientele, the company's revenue plummeted, leading to its eventual collapse and bankruptcy. All of Leo's assets were seized by the court to repay bank loans. Cornered and desperate, Leo blamed everything on me. On the day I was supposed to give birth, he ran me over with his car right outside the hospital in a fit of rage, killing me. Even after hitting me, he wasn't satisfied, repeatedly running over my body with his car. Now, with a second chance at life, I absolutely would not let that tragedy repeat itself. At noon, in the conference room, lines of comments appeared before my eyes again. 2 [Don't agree, protag, absolutely do NOT agree to maternity leave!] [This jerk is discarding you after using you, he deserves to rot in hell.] [Just send the boss to jail, then become the boss yourself.] I paused for a second. This time, I certainly wouldn't agree to maternity leave. Sending the boss to jail seemed like a pretty good option. I declined the iced coffee Leo offered, making no comment on his forced maternity leave demand. "Thank you, Mr. King. The doctor advised me not to drink coffee." Leo gave an awkward smile, while Amber stood by, seething. "Manager Lee, this coffee was specially handmade for you by Mr. King. Don't be so ungrateful." Leo lowered his gaze, smirking, tacitly approving Amber's behavior. Just then, the comments popped up again. [Go get her, quickly, that scheming bitch! Roast them!] [Isn't that bitch trying to usurp the original wife?] [Let that witch know the scumbag boss's wife is pregnant. That'll infuriate her.] I leaned back in my chair, half-joking, "Assistant Amber is still young. In a couple of days, when you get pregnant, the doctor will tell you if you can drink iced coffee." Others might not know about the boss and his assistant's frequent office rendezvous, but I certainly did. It wouldn't be surprising if she ended up pregnant one day. It was just a pity for his long-suffering wife at home, toiling to give him a third child, a son to 'honor the ancestors.' Amber's face turned green with rage. "Leo, fire her! Fire her now!" I stared coldly at Leo, speaking unhurriedly, "Mr. King, your wife must be seven months pregnant by now, right? You'll be a dad of three soon. You must know what a pregnant woman can and cannot eat." I paused, "Right, Mr. King?" Leo nodded, his face flushed with embarrassment. I turned to Amber, smirking. Amber’s eyes turned red with fury; she looked like she wanted to kill me. I let out a soft laugh, then pressed Leo further, raising my voice to ensure all my colleagues in the outer office could hear. "Mr. King, I'm an old-timer here, a loyal employee to the bone. No one knows my contributions over the years better than you." My voice sharpened. "I know you're considering my pregnancy and hard work, but are you really going to fire me just because I won't drink iced coffee? Using someone and then discarding them isn't your style, is it?" Playing the moral card, holding someone to account—who couldn't do that? Outside, everyone was watching the drama unfold. Leo, losing face, could only bite his lip and scold Amber. This time, I wasn't forced out of the manager's office, though my approval authority was suspended. Leo also didn't bring up maternity leave again. I was happy to enjoy my newfound leisure, opening the blinds daily to bask in the sun and sipping plain water. I followed the guidance of the comments, avoiding conflict and deliberately slacking off. I'm a person who finishes what I start, with efficiency. Even if I wasn't pursuing new business, I still wanted to complete any unfinished tasks for my clients to give them a satisfactory conclusion. My position in the company was now awkward. Many colleagues, accustomed to sucking up, treated people differently based on their status. The water cooler in the office ran empty. I called the facilities team twice, but they ignored me. Left with no choice, I took my cup to the pantry for water, only to run into Amber. "Well, well, well, the old-timer pregnant employee is different, alright. She's even coming to the pantry to sponge off company resources now." I had to admit, she was good at provoking me, trying to get a rise out of me. I clenched my cup tightly, glaring at her, truly wanting to smash my thermos into her face. But I knew this little schemer was deliberately trying to anger me. I took a deep breath, calming myself. I kept reminding myself that it wasn't time to go all out yet. Just endure a little longer. A colleague nearby, Sarah, couldn't stand it and spoke up for me. "Assistant Amber, it's normal for Manager Lee to come out for water if her office dispenser is empty." Amber looked haughty. "Who are you? Don't you want to work here anymore? She does nothing all day and expects others to change her water. Is she some kind of queen because she's pregnant? Should everyone bow down to her?" The entire office fell silent. Everyone tried to make themselves scarce. The pantry faced Leo's office, and a furious Leo, with visible scratch marks on his face, was now standing behind the blinds, watching us. Amber, a fresh graduate, daring to strut around the company like she owned it, was clearly a result of Leo's implicit approval. Sarah’s face was grim. I narrowed my eyes, making a quiet decision. Half an hour later, Leo came out to make an example of me, clearly siding with Amber. 3 Leo wanted to fire Sarah, the colleague who had just spoken up for me, and demanded that I sign her termination papers. I refused. Amber, having been rebuffed, then had Leo personally accompany her to my office to question why I wouldn't sign. "Sarah didn't do anything wrong, and she didn't resign voluntarily. Why should I sign it?" I challenged. "She's still under contract. Just because she stood up for me this morning and argued with Assistant Amber, she's going to be fired in retaliation?" Leo was speechless, his face flushed with anger. The two of them playing this card at such a crucial moment was truly malicious. Sarah had just helped me out this morning, and this afternoon I'm supposed to sign her termination? What would other employees think of me, Skylar? That I'm just like Leo, discarding people after using them? Ridiculous! Amber linked her arm through Leo's, ostensibly scolding me, but actually fanning Leo's anger. "Skylar, are you the boss, or is Mr. King the boss? You're just a lowly employee. Since when does the company's decisions fall to you?" She smirked. "Are you getting too big for your britches just because your past performance was good?" I noticed the comments section really hated Amber. Whenever she confronted me head-on, new comments would pop up, this time directly citing legal statutes. [Unjust dismissal of an employee during contract period: N+1 compensation. Employees cannot be terminated during pregnancy.] I chuckled, waving my hand at them. "Fine, do what you want. I just want to remind Mr. King: Sarah has been with the company for five years. If you fire her without cause, it's N+1 compensation. Her base salary is $10,000. You guys can pay up!" I continued, "And I've been with the company for twelve years, with a base salary of $15,000. If Assistant Amber doesn't like me, Mr. King, you can also fire me. Just pay the N+1 compensation." I leaned in conspiratorially. "But you can't fire an employee during pregnancy, otherwise it's against the law, you know!" Amber's face was livid. She brazenly declared, "Pay then, just pay! Take the money and get out! Pregnant women get double to get out!" Leo immediately slapped Amber across the face, then forced a smile. "What are you talking about? How could I fire you? Sarah's situation, I simply misspoke." Amber tried to say something else but clamped her mouth shut after a sharp glare from Leo. I provocatively raised an eyebrow at Amber, feeling like her lungs were about to explode. Leo currently didn't dare to forcibly terminate me. He would only occasionally send Amber, his tool, to annoy me. And I, too, began to prepare my plan. Many employees at the company had elderly parents and young children, and Sarah's incident today served as a warning. The external economic environment was tough, and everyone wanted to secure their jobs, unwilling to directly oppose the boss. It had to be said, Leo's goal was achieved: all my colleagues at the company began to deliberately isolate me. In the department meeting, Leo pointed out that the sales sector I was responsible for had suffered losses and asked everyone for explanations. At first, everyone hung their heads in silence. Leo then directly called on Sarah. Sarah's face changed dramatically, filled with apprehension for a few seconds, then she bit the bullet. "Manager Lee didn't consider the company's actual situation; she didn't push down costs enough." After Sarah sat down, various departments involved in different aspects of the process stood up one by one to speak. They all pointed to my personal issues as the cause of the losses. I snorted, watching their performance quietly. Finally, Leo even feigned asking me "why?" 4 Just then, comments popped up again. [It's a trap! Just make them understand how hard your pregnancy is.] [Exactly, this jerk is just trying to pressure you. Play along.] I leaned lazily in my chair, answering nonchalantly. "I'm getting older, plus I'm pregnant. My body just can't keep up. Hope everyone understands." Leo was momentarily speechless. Other colleagues looked down, lost in thought. Just then, Amber, the boss's mouthpiece, spoke up again. "Don't use pregnancy as an excuse. If you can't do the job, just get out and let someone capable take over as manager." She then added, "Considering Manager Lee's pregnancy, how about we cut her salary and reassign her role? All those who agree, please raise your hand." I looked around. Besides Leo and me, everyone raised their hand. Another batch of comments appeared. [OMG, all that just to cut her salary and demote her.] [So disgusting. If the protagonist didn't have a plan, I'd want her to smack that witch to death.] [Hurry up and get your revenge! I want to see that scumbag and witch bite the dust!] Amber's face was filled with triumph. She deliberately tried to embarrass me. "It's a unanimous vote, Skylar. What's your take?" Comments: [Agree first, then screw them over.] I smiled faintly, forcing a grin. "No problem. I'll follow the company's arrangements." Demotion and salary cut, then forcing me to resign? Excellent! Absolutely excellent! Afterward, many colleagues privately contacted me, apologizing for what happened today. I told them I understood. Some even urged me not to put up with the disdain and simply resign and go home to rest. My husband, seeing me on the phone all evening, asked worriedly if I needed help. I shook my head, refusing. It wasn't time yet. After my demotion, I immediately posted on social media: "I've been reassigned and am no longer responsible for sales. If you need anything, please contact my other colleagues." For the next two weeks, I lived like a pampered slug, focusing on my health. Because of my non-intervention, the company's revenue dropped by half! Our company was sales-driven, and everyone, from front-line to support staff, had a salary structure of base pay plus performance bonuses. The more you did, the more you earned. With the sudden drop in revenue and poor performance, employees began to complain. Funds weren't coming in, forcing them to take out loans to do business. The first to lose patience was Leo. "The company understands you're pregnant, but why aren't you handling any business? You need to write a 3,000-word self-reflection and present it at the department meeting." He lectured, "Don't slack off just because you're pregnant. Powerful women in the workplace work until they give birth and then rest. You're a modern woman; you can't be lazy." He added, "As sales manager, you need to set an example for your team." Just then, the comments popped up angrily. [OMG, since when do modern women have to work until they give birth?] [I really want to slap him twice. He's an animal with no upbringing.] [Don't be scared, don't be scared. The protagonist will take care of him. Let's wait and see.] I was actually quite angry, but the comments made me laugh. I rolled my eyes, utterly speechless, and kindly reminded him. "Mr. King, you're a busy man, so you forget things. I'm just an admin now, so I don't have any performance targets." I added with a saccharine smile, "And I'm not a 'powerful woman.' I need to go home early to prepare for childbirth." Leo’s face flushed with embarrassment. He strategically took a sip of water. Just then, his phone rang. After he answered, his expression instantly changed. His previous worried frown transformed into a triumphant grin. "It's good that you have that kind of awareness. The company can still run without you." He scoffed, "Don't be so arrogant. If you're old, go home and rest. Women should prioritize their families." Watching Leo's smug retreating figure, I smiled. Excellent. The fish had taken the bait.
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