Chapter 2The Secret Wife's Retribution

Walking out of VP Miller's office, gazes invariably fell upon me one after another.

There was scrutiny, mockery, and also sympathy.

The discussions grew from quiet murmurs to unbridled comments.

"The Logistics Department is inherently about trivial matters."

"Trying to compare themselves to mainstays like the Sales and Marketing Departments is just humiliating themselves, isn't it?"

"That Logistics Department is used to making a big deal out of nothing."

"Getting a pen requires registration. In that time, I could have signed a contract and bought a whole truckload of pens!"

"Exactly. Who doesn't know how to clean a toilet? Which grown man doesn't know how to change a lightbulb?"

"Claiming credit for this? If I make a promotional video that increases the company's customer acquisition rate by 30%, does that count as a monumental achievement?"

"A mud idol crossing a river can hardly save itself, yet she's advocating for others' bonuses. How can she lack self-awareness so much!"

Those piercing sarcasms were like fine needles, continuously piercing my chest.

Every breath carried a dense, fine pain.

To make the office environment more comfortable, the entire Logistics Department used our weekend time to go to remote rural areas.

We helped flower farmers work for a day in the nurseries, just to save money and ensure every desk could have a potted plant.

The restrooms had a strong odor, and ordinary air fresheners didn't work at all.

Several of us researched various materials and worked overtime until dawn for a month to create a homemade air freshener with strong odor-eliminating effects and a lasting scent.

When it snowed heavily in the middle of the night, to make it convenient for all employees to park in the morning, our entire Logistics Department was on duty at 4 AM.

We completely cleared thousands of square meters of snow around the office building.

Sarah suffered frostbite on her hands because of this.

It recurs every winter, red and itchy, yet she never utters a single complaint.

And in their eyes, these are all trivial matters, just the basic duties expected of us!

In the column for "Logistics Department Performance," it is always blank.

I returned to the office without saying a word.

Pushing open the door, I saw everyone's expectant eyes.

My chest tightened, and the words I wanted to say stuck in my throat.

I watched the light in everyone's eyes dim little by little, finally turning into disappointment.

My nails dug deeply into my palms, feeling too ashamed to show my face.

Sarah comforted me, saying:

"It's okay, I'll ask relatives to chip in for the kid's house money."

Lily's eyes were red, obviously having cried, forcing a smile.

"Chloe, Jake lent me some money and helped me set up a GoFundMe. It's okay..."

A wave of sourness surged from the bottom of my heart.

Ultimately, it was all because of me.

Because someone coveted my position and wanted to show me who's boss, they implicated my team, causing them to lose their rightful rewards.

I exhaled, fighting back a sob:

"Don't worry, I won't let this go. Salaries will be raised, and the year-end bonus will be retrieved down to the last cent."

Jake looked at me with deep concern:

"Chloe, is what Mr. Miller said about changing the director true?"

I didn't answer.

Jake was furious:

"Why? You've given so much to the company."

"To save the budget, you compare prices for every single pen and binder store by store. How much money have you saved the company? What right do they have to replace you?"

Lily's eyes grew wet again, and she asked timidly:

"Just now, Tom from HR told me that after Mia takes office, she's going to lay off 30% of the staff."

"That means laying off two people. I came last, and I'm the youngest. Am I going to lose my job?"

Sarah also lowered her head.

If there really were layoffs, the two of them were in the most danger.

Jake is a guy, capable of doing heavy lifting.

The other two male employees are also multi-tasking all-rounders; they would never be laid off.

Jake patted Lily on the shoulder and comforted her:

"Don't be afraid. If there really are layoffs, I'll leave."

"I'm a guy, it's easy to find a job. I was just thinking about switching to a company that treats everyone equally anyway."

"We'll leave too!"

The door was pushed open, and Old Lee and Old Zhao, who had gone to the After-Sales Department to fix a water pipe, walked in.

"We know how to do everything. If worse comes to worst, we'll go out and open a repair shop together."

"It's better than being bullied in this cold-blooded company!"

Sarah also perked up:

"Right, Chloe, if they replace you, none of us will work here anymore!"

A warm current flowed through my heart.

There is nothing more moving than loyalty unto death.

I smiled and said with an incredibly firm tone:

"Don't worry. I'm in management. Personnel appointments and dismissals require President Sterling's personal signature. They wouldn't dare make a decision on their own."