During my solo performance at the company's annual gala, a massive fart sound blasted from the speakers. Immediately, a foul stench filled the hall. My colleagues frowned, pinched their noses, and looked at me with disgust. The new intern, Jenny, screamed dramatically, "Oh my god, Sarah! Are you performing a talent show or releasing poison gas?" Everyone burst into laughter. I glared at her furiously. "Jenny, is this another one of your pranks?" She put on an innocent face. "Why are you blaming me for your own gas?" "I know I like to joke around, but you can't just use me as a scapegoat, can you?" "Okay, okay, fine, let's say it's my fault. My bad for not reminding you to eat fewer sweet potatoes before going on stage." "Everyone, just pretend I let that one rip, okay?" I was shaking with rage. Ever since Jenny joined the company, she's been setting me up to embarrass myself. Because I had no proof, I had to swallow my anger every time. But this time, Jenny, you've messed with the wrong person. 1. My colleagues immediately started pointing fingers at me. "Sarah, don't bully the new girl. It was just a fart, no one said anything." "You're just a small team leader, not a big shot. Trying to force your subordinate to take the blame?" "It's not like Jenny made you fart. How can you blame her?" "Honestly, passing gas is natural. We all laughed it off, but you dragging it out just makes it awkward." Their words piled up, cementing the narrative that I publicly humiliated myself and tried to use my position to force the new girl to cover for me. The hotel staff hosting the gala were covering their mouths, snickering. The smell lingered, and a colleague smirked maliciously. "Sarah, are you still letting out silent ones?" "If you need to go, just go. This hall is small, if you keep releasing, we're all gonna get poisoned!" "I'm about to throw up my lunch." "That smell is intense. Did you sh*t your pants?" My face burned red with shame and anger. "Are you guys deaf? That sound clearly came from the speakers!" "I didn't fart!" Colleagues covered their noses and backed away from me. "It feels like your breath smells like it too." "Who told you to eat sweet potatoes? No self-control for the sake of your appetite?" I screamed in frustration, "I didn't eat sweet potatoes! I was so busy with the gala today I didn't even eat!" "Come on, Jenny saw you. Just admit it." "Jenny, did you say she ate sweet potatoes?" Jenny put on a troubled expression. "Sarah, I..." "Jenny, don't be scared. She's just a team leader, she can't fire you." "If she tries to give you a hard time, we'll all testify for you to the boss!" Jenny looked at me with fake apology. "Sarah, I saw you eat that huge roasted sweet potato. Why won't you admit it?" "Actually, it's normal to have gas after eating too many sweet potatoes! At least you know now, just don't eat them in public next time." She feigned concern, but I could see the triumphant smirk hiding in the corners of her eyes. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to calm down. "Since that's the case, let's check the security footage and see where that 'fart' really came from." "Waiter, where is the surveillance room? There should be cameras near the audio equipment, right?" "I suspect my audio file was swapped." Jenny's expression tightened. She quickly adjusted her face. "Seriously, Sarah? Why are you taking this so seriously?" "You're wasting everyone's time. If we check the footage and find no one swapped your audio, are you going to find another excuse?" "It's already been ten minutes." Hearing about wasted time, my colleagues turned on me again. "Sarah, are you crazy? We just want to finish the gala and go home!" "Just because you don't have a husband or kids doesn't mean you can hold us up!" "Making a huge scene over a fart!" "Checking surveillance for a fart? If this gets out, our whole company will be a laughingstock!" Jenny put on a martyr's face. "Alright, Sarah. If you insist it was me, then it was me. Can we stop arguing? There are still other performances." "Just consider it my fault, okay?" 2. My colleagues looked at her with admiration. "Jenny, you're such a team player. Unlike some people who only think about themselves." I was trembling with rage. "Jenny, this isn't the first time you've pulled a prank on me!" Ever since Jenny joined the company, I started making embarrassing mistakes constantly. Once, I walked out of the restroom, and everyone burst out laughing. "Sarah, pads go inside your underwear, why is yours stuck to your butt?" "So gross, are you trying to show off your heavy flow?" Shocked, I reached behind me and felt a bloody pad stuck to my pants. I was instantly nauseous. I wasn't on my period that day. That pad wasn't mine. And the trash can in my stall was empty. It couldn't have stuck to me by accident. In the restroom, I had brushed past Jenny. Did she stick it on me on purpose? But how could anyone be that evil? A few days later, during a presentation, my PowerPoint opened to play Japanese adult videos. The boss's face turned black on the spot. The decision to promote me to manager was shelved. My USB drive was plugged into the conference room computer ahead of time. Someone had clearly swapped it. The person responsible for setting up the room was Jenny. No one else went in before the meeting. But there were no cameras in the conference room. With no evidence, I could only tentatively ask her if she touched my drive, if she made a mistake. Jenny burst into tears, wailing, "Sarah, I know you're embarrassed, but you can't blame me!" "If you didn't download those dirty movies, you wouldn't have humiliated yourself." "It's your own problem, why blame me..." She cried so hard she almost hyperventilated. Colleagues rushed over. "Sarah, why are you bullying the new girl? Just because you embarrassed yourself doesn't mean you can lash out." "You think this girl put porn on your drive? That's hilarious." Everyone surrounded Jenny, wiping her tears and comforting her. I clearly saw the corner of her mouth lift in a smile. But without proof, I had to let it go. The next day, I stood up from my desk to get water and felt my shoe sticking to the floor. I could barely lift my leg. Jenny watched me walk and snickered. "Um, look at Sarah's legs. She looks exhausted." "Doesn't it look like... like she got wrecked last night?" Everyone laughed. "Makes sense. With all those videos on her drive, she must be horny." "Sarah, aren't you single? Do you have a 'friend' for that?" "That friend must be good. Look, she can barely walk. How many rounds?" Jenny batted her 'innocent' eyes. "Huh? Sarah doesn't have a boyfriend?" "Sarah, you have to be careful. Don't hook up randomly, you'll get diseases." "It's fine if it's just something treatable, but if you get HIV or something, we're all in danger." I looked at her coldly, lifted my foot, and peeled off a strip of super glue tape. So, this tape was what made it hard to walk. My colleagues shut up. Jenny said innocently, "Sarah, everyone's just joking. Don't take it seriously." 3. I spoke coldly. "That's not a joke. That's spreading rumors." A few colleagues looked disdainful. "Just a little teasing, don't be so dramatic." "So sensitive. Can't even take a joke." I tilted my head and looked at them. "Why are your mouths so dirty? Did you eat too much dick working the red light district last night?" They looked at me in shock. I shrugged. "Sorry, just a joke." Hearing me bring up these past events, Jenny cried tears of grievance. "Sarah, how can you frame me like this? I admit I speak without thinking sometimes, but I didn't do those things!" "What proof do you have that I swapped your drive or taped your shoes?" Other colleagues chimed in. "No wonder you can't make manager. Petty as hell, holding onto grudges forever." "You've been bullying Jenny all along. Don't try to rewrite history now, we remember!" Jenny choked out, "Forget it. I know Sarah has always looked down on me." "When I first started and bought everyone bubble tea, she just threw hers away." "And I bought her the most expensive one." My colleagues got angrier. "Right! We almost forgot about that!" "Jenny was nice enough to treat everyone, and you had such an attitude!" When Jenny first joined, she brought bubble tea for everyone. I took a sip and smelled something foul. It was nauseating. Afraid of mass food poisoning, I stopped everyone. "This tea tastes wrong, don't drink it!" I thought the unethical shop used spoiled ingredients. But after tasting theirs, my colleagues looked at me like I was crazy. "What's wrong with it? It's delicious." "Jenny was nice enough to treat us, why are you being a buzzkill?" "Is it because the new girl bought more expensive tea than you did when you got promoted? Jealous?" I forced myself to take another sip, fighting the nausea. "It really tastes wrong. Can't you taste it?" "Try mine..." Before I could finish, Jenny interrupted with a hurt expression. "Sarah, yours is different. I bought you the most expensive one on the menu." "I just wanted to show my appreciation. I didn't know buying a premium brand would upset you." "Next time I'll just buy the cheap stuff." I opened my mouth but said nothing, assuming maybe the expensive ingredients just spoiled faster. Later, I threw the tea away. I didn't expect this incident to become proof that I "looked down" on Jenny. Jenny looked at me, crying. "Do you know that tea cost $8? I've never even bought one for myself..." Everyone rushed to comfort Jenny, just like every time before. "Sarah! Apologize to Jenny!" "Just because we call you 'Team Leader' doesn't mean you're actually the boss. This is workplace bullying!" Bullying? Who is bullying whom?! "I won't apologize for something I didn't do." I put on my coat and left the gala. The pranks were endless. Jenny, since you have no limits, don't blame me for playing dirty. After the holiday break, my colleagues gave me the cold shoulder. I ignored them and handed a USB drive to Jenny. "Print this file for me." She didn't know my cousin was a top-tier hacker. Over the break, I asked him to make a Trojan horse. The moment that drive plugged into Jenny's computer, her laptop was mine. 4. After the pad prank, I had glimpsed a chat on Jenny's screen: "I pranked her again today, so satisfying!" Later, as she targeted me repeatedly, I thought about looking for evidence on her computer. But back then, I felt snooping was wrong. Now, I understood. When dealing with someone with no bottom line, you have to fight back by any means necessary. With control of her computer, the chat logs were laid bare. Every time she pranked me, she bragged about it to her best friend. And in the latest chat, I saw her next plan. "I'm going to cement Sarah's title as the 'Fart Queen', hahaha!" "Let's see if she has the face to stay in the company after this." Reading her plan, I smiled. Jenny, let me teach you what it means to walk into a trap. On Wednesday, the CEO, Mr. Zhao, was coming for a regular meeting. Jenny volunteered to set up the conference room alone. In the conference room, we all stood by our seats, waiting for Mr. Zhao to sit. As soon as Mr. Zhao sat, the chair wobbled. Looking down, a screw on one leg was loose. I immediately pulled out Mr. Zhao's chair and pushed mine behind him. "Mr. Zhao, take my chair." "No!" Jenny's voice rang out abruptly. She looked panicked, breathing fast. Mr. Zhao glanced at her. "Why not?" Jenny realized she lost her composure and forced a smile. "I meant, we can just tighten the screw. No need to swap chairs." I smiled. "It's fine. I've been practicing my balance lately. A wobbly chair is perfect." "Mr. Zhao, please begin." Mr. Zhao nodded, and everyone sat down. Jenny sat down slowly, panic written all over her face. I saw sweat on her forehead, her hands trembling. Mr. Zhao settled in and began outlining the new year's work plan. A few sentences in, a loud fart noise came from under Mr. Zhao. Mr. Zhao paused, adjusted his tone, and continued. A moment later, another fart. Colleagues lowered their heads, exchanging glances, trying not to laugh. Mr. Zhao frowned. Another irregular fart sound rang out. He paused for a few seconds, then ignored the noises and finished his speech in one breath. Everyone was shaking from holding back laughter, except Jenny, who was sweating buckets. After the meeting, Mr. Zhao put down his notes, stood up, and lifted the cushion on his chair. A small black square sat in the middle of the seat. A colleague gasped. "Isn't that a prank toy? I've seen it online. It makes random fart sounds when pressure is applied." Realization dawned on everyone. So that's where the noise came from. Mr. Zhao picked it up, looked at it, then looked straight at Jenny, his voice devoid of emotion. "Jenny, explain this." Jenny stood up in a panic, stammering, "I, I don't know, I've never seen this thing!" "Mr. Zhao, it must be Sarah! She swapped chairs with you!" "Sarah, you embarrassed yourself at the gala, so now you want to drag Mr. Zhao down with you? You're evil!" Everyone looked at me, ready for a show.
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