The Intern Who Transferred My Money Chapter 2

Nancy's eyes flickered toward me, a smug smile playing on her lips.

"Not much," she said, trying to sound casual. "Just a couple hundred thousand."

A collective gasp echoed through the office.

A couple hundred thousand dollars. To us, people barely making five figures a month, that was an astronomical sum.

But I noticed something. From the moment she walked in, her gaze kept drifting toward me, like a scientist watching a lab rat, waiting for a reaction. She was checking to see if I’d realized my bank account was nothing more than a hollowed-out shell.

I fought back the tidal wave of hatred rising in my chest, swallowing the accusations that were burning my throat. I couldn't spook her. Not yet.

I stood up, forcing a perfectly pleasant smile, tinged with just the right amount of envy.

"Nancy, that's amazing! Congratulations! I hope some of that luck rubs off on me."

Seeing me act so normal, a flicker of surprise crossed her face, followed by a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh of relief. She must have thought I was still blissfully unaware.

Later, just before lunch, Lily from the next cubicle leaned over.

"Hey Nora, didn't you say you were going to look at apartments once you had the down payment? When are you going? I can come with you!"

The mention of the apartment made my fists clench so tightly my nails dug into my palms. I forced them to relax, my expression remaining breezy.

"No rush," I said. "I lost my ID a few days ago, have to wait for a replacement. Besides, with the market dipping, it's better to wait and see, you know?"

As the words left my mouth, I felt that familiar gaze on me again.

It was Nancy. Watching me, a poorly hidden glee dancing in her eyes.

Nancy had only been an intern for two months. She was short, overweight, with a plain face and performance that was always at the bottom of the department's rankings. In our sales division, where looks and numbers were everything, she should have been invisible.

But in my previous life, this was the woman who took my fifty thousand dollars, got full-body liposuction, and had her face completely redone. She transformed into a stunning beauty everyone adored.

And it was her who used my money to buy loyalty, conspiring with those sleazy colleagues to have me committed for being "mentally unstable."

The memory of those two years in the hospital sent a chill down my spine. I took a deep, steadying breath.

At The Meridian Grand, Nancy grandly told everyone to order whatever they wanted. I didn't hold back. I flipped the menu straight to the most expensive pages.

"The King Crab. The largest one you have."

"Lobster Thermidor."

"And this, the Foie Gras."

"I'll have the caviar service as well."

With every dish I ordered, the expressions on my colleagues' faces grew more and more priceless.

Lily tugged at my sleeve, whispering, "Nora, isn't this... a little much?"

I just smiled at her, saying nothing.

How can it be a waste when I'm spending my own money?

Nancy's cheek twitched, but in front of everyone, she had to maintain her generous facade.

"It's fine! Nora is our top salesperson, she's earned it! She needs to eat well to keep up her strength."

Her smile was dazzling.

"We need her to keep bringing in those big numbers for the department!"

Before I could reply, another coworker chimed in.

"Oh, Nancy, you weren't here this morning. Nora already told Kate she's not taking any new clients for the next month."

The air went still.

I slowly wiped my mouth with a napkin and looked up at Nancy.

The smile on her face froze, then cracked.

"What did you say?" she shrieked, her eyes locked on me, her voice sharp and shrill.

"Nora, why would you stop taking clients? What are you trying to pull?"