- 7.
Despite my stance, Mark ordered one
hundred qipaos. Sarah saw this.
く
The next morning, she used the company’s
official account to announce, “Mr. and Mrs.
Miller have agreed to divorce; their current
relationship statuses are stable.” She hinted
that she and Mark were true love, and I was
the homewrecker. She paid trolls to attack my
live stream.
My account was flooded with negative
reviews.
“So many loose threads! This isn’t
handmade!”
“The boss is infertile and teaching.
embroidery? Hilarious!”
Qipaos were maliciously returned, their hems
cut, marked with red ink.
My phone buzzed; the negative reviews.
vanished, replaced by unified responses:
“Slander confirmed, legal action pending.”
It was David Song, my junior from Professor
Miller’s class. Then Mark texted, “I’ll handle
r
Sarah.”
At the office, Sarah knocked over her tea.
“You fired me! What’s the meaning of this?
I’m carrying your child!”
Mark signed documents, impassive. “Who
authorized you to use company resources for
personal matters? I warned you, stick to your
job.”
Sarah stood up. “Everyone knows I’m soon to
be Mrs. Miller! You’re hiding your divorce;
trying to make me look foolish!”
Mark finally looked up, cold–eyed. “Mrs.
Miller? Who gave you that delusion?”
Sarah touched her belly, defiant. “Even if
Sarah Miller comes back, your parents won’t
accept her!”
Mark lost patience. “Get out of my office.”
I don’t know how Mark handled Sarah.
I was ironing fabric when Jessica burst in.
“Sarah’s fired! Mark threw all her stuff out of
<
the office!”
I was unimpressed. “We have deadlines. Don’t bother me with gossip.”
I didn’t care anymore.
David entered. “Sarah Miller, what’s your ex
doing? He’s flooding you with positive
comments, trying to win you back or ruin
you?”
I threw a ruler at him. “Shut up! Work!”
