Chapter 2My AI Twin Stole My Commission

Now the problem started at the source.

On top of my usual client management, I spent every remaining second of my day chasing down project updates and cleaning up the messes made by the digital twins.

But in Vivian's eyes, I was just slacking off, enjoying lavish meals on the company's dime and still expecting a $960 cut. As if I'd won the lottery.

"What, am I wrong?!" she sneered. "The company invested money and resources to build you this digital twin to handle client communication. Do you have any idea how much work that saves you? And instead of being grateful for the company's investment, you have the nerve to complain that we're not paying you enough! You think we owe you something?"

She was warming up now. "Go on, ask around. Find me one other salesperson who makes nearly a grand a month just for having a few dinners. You're just pulling rank because you've been here a while."

Her voice rose with every word. "Honestly, clients sign with us because of the strength of our products. You really think it's all because of you? Anyone could do what you do now. I could hire a fresh college grad—prettier, younger, more obedient, and a hell of a lot cheaper. Take the money or get out!"

Six years. I had given six years of my life to CloudForge. I was the top seller for four consecutive years. Many of my clients were people I had cultivated since my very first day.

If Vivian had ever spent a single day in sales, she would never have said something so ignorant. She thought our products were so good that clients would just line up to sign? She never stopped to consider why, among dozens of similar companies, they chose CloudForge.

My clients weren't loyal to the product; they were loyal to me, Sophie.

She had no idea the lengths I went to for them. It wasn't just about being on call 24/7 for project updates. It was about helping them when their parents were sick, picking up their kids from school, giving them advice on home renovations, even feeding their pets when they were out of town. If they called, I was there, no questions asked. Holidays, birthdays, weddings, funerals—I showed up for all of it. My clients were my friends. Our relationship went far beyond a simple business transaction.

But in Vivian's world, none of that mattered.

Honestly, I had been thinking about leaving ever since they "optimized" the tech team. I only stayed out of a sense of loyalty. But if she really thought anyone could do my job, then fine. Let her try.

"So, the company is firing me?"

Seeing that I understood, Vivian nodded without hesitation. "That's right. We have no place for ungrateful employees who have no sense of discipline and can't even be bothered to clock in."