Blurb：
On her first day, Sophia Taylor faces an unbelievable demand from HR specialist Summer Yates—a mandatory carpool request using Sophia’s new Audi. Pregnant Summer declares her colleagues must chauffeur her, targeting Sophia’s luxury vehicle. But Sophia’s sharp retort sparks instant tension. Discover the escalating office war in this gripping tale of workplace entitlement, hidden identities, and revenge. Will Sophia’s secret past empower her to shut down Summer’s shameless schemes? Dive into Chapter 1 now for a rollercoaster of drama, insults, and unexpected alliances!
Content：
On my very first day at work, I received an unexpected Carpool Request:
I am currently 3 weeks pregnant. Since I don’t know how to drive and for the safety of my baby, I require my colleagues to take turns picking me up and dropping me off.
After some research, I found that your car is worth a lot of money, and it’s less than a year old, meeting my standards for a suitable ride. You will be responsible for driving me home today after work.
“I don’t work overtime, so please pack up your things before clock-out time and leave the office on schedule.”
I frowned and immediately replied:
“If you have no shame, I’m happy to donate it to someone who truly needs it!”
Chapter 1
Less than half an hour after completing my onboarding for my new job, I received a private message from someone named Summer Yates on WhatsApp.
I clicked on her profile. She was listed as an HR specialist.
I immediately understood. When I registered for a vehicle entry permit earlier, they made a copy of my car registration for their records. It was no surprise that she knew my vehicle details.
However, as I recalled the faces of the HR staff I had met, none struck me as being this shameless.
The next second, I heard a loud voice cursing from not far away. “Old Lou! How many times have I told you? I’m pregnant! I can’t stand the smell of smoke!”
I glanced over and saw a sign on the door that said ‘Smoking Room’.
A man’s voice responded, “Summer, don’t push it. You came into the smoking room to read your novel, and now you’re complaining?
“‘The CEO’s Eight Babies: Daddy’s Over-the-Top Love’? You seriously think that’s something normal people should be reading?”
Summer shrieked, “What do you know? This is prenatal education! And look at you, driving that junky old second-hand Santana! You think you even qualify to give me a ride?”
With that, she slammed the door open and exaggeratedly fanned the air with one hand. She scrolled through her phone with the other, rolled her eyes, and strutted out.
Not long after, her eyes suddenly widened as she shouted across the office, “Who’s Sophia Taylor?!”
My heart skipped a beat. I quickly lowered my head and pretended to be busy.
When I finally looked up again, she was already standing beside me, shoving her phone screen in my face and jabbing her finger at the reply I had sent her. She wore a smug expression. “You think you’re funny, huh? A young girl like you talking so rudely? You understood my message, right? Don’t sit here pretending to be hardworking after work. Leave immediately, got it? I still have to go home and cook for my husband! He can’t eat dinner past seven. It’s bad for his stomach.”
I was already at my breaking point, but considering it was my first day and the fact that she was pregnant, I forced myself to stay calm.
With a polite smile, I said, “Sorry, Summer, my driving skills are terrible. I can’t even tell the gas pedal from the brake, and I love slamming on the brakes. Wouldn’t want to startle your baby, now would we?”
She immediately clutched her belly in alarm, looking displeased. “If you can’t drive, what are you doing with an Audi?”
I was about to explain, but she gave me another once-over and then lowered her voice conspiratorially, as if she had me all figured out. “Judging by your age, that car of yours… probably didn’t come from an honest source, did it? Tsk tsk, young girls these days…”
Before I could argue, she turned and called out, “Harold! Didn’t your car go in for repairs? Today, you’re driving Sophia’s car and taking me home!”
‘Wow. You’ve really got it all arranged, huh?’
After Summer left, I furiously typed out ‘Don’t Get Angry’ 30 times to calm myself down.
Her pregnancy was basically a get-out-of-jail-free card.
I told myself to endure it. Otherwise, if anything happened to her, she would pin the blame on me.
With that settled, I sent my dad a message.
[Dad, I don’t want to drive the Audi anymore. Please, I’m begging you. Get me a crappy car, the most low-key one possible.]
He replied instantly. [Got it! My daughter’s grown up. She’s finally stopped chasing vanity. Your uncle has a car that’s about to be scrapped.]
[Perfect! I’ll take it!]
After being infuriated by that woman on my very first day at work, I had zero motivation left. Once the car situation was sorted, I opened my chat list and started venting to my friends.
Before I knew it, the day had slipped by.
I planned to loiter at my desk for a while, waiting for Summer to leave before clocking out.
Chapter 2
With that, I opened Microsoft Word and started pretending to be busy.
I did not expect that with five minutes left until the end of the workday, Summer would already be standing beside me with her bag slung over her shoulder.
“Wait, why haven’t you started packing up? Do I seriously have to wait for you?”
Annoyed, I crossed my arms and looked at her. “Summer, I told you this morning, I’m not a good driver.”
She snorted, pulled out her phone, and played a video for me. The footage showed me driving into the company garage that morning, smoothly reversing into a parking spot in one go.
“Liar. I went to the security room and checked the surveillance footage. You parked in one move. Even my husband has to adjust twice! Stop wasting my time and let’s go!”
The moment I saw her, my anger had already been simmering. After all this, though? I could not hold it in anymore.
I stood up and glared at her.
“Summer! Doesn’t your husband have a car? Why isn’t he driving you?! Is the kid not his? If you want a ride, fine! Pay me like you would for a private chauffeur! And sign a liability waiver. If anything happens to you in my car, I’m not responsible!”
Summer was stunned by my sudden change in attitude. She stared at me in shock, her lips trembling, unable to respond.
After a long pause, she finally snapped, “Alright, you dare talk to me like this? Just you wait!”
Then, she stormed off, one hand cradling her belly, the other supporting her waist.
I had never been pregnant before, but come on… Three weeks in, and she was already acting like this?
I knew she would not bother me again today, so I happily packed my bag, ready to head home.
Just then, a colleague walked over and whispered, “Sophia, Summer is infamous in this building. She’s a nightmare to deal with, but since there are a lot of us, she can’t pick on just one person for too long. Just go along with it; you really don’t need to argue with her. You’re only making things hard for yourself.”
It was Harold.
I rolled my eyes at him. “Your car really in the shop?”
He glanced at the HR department and made sure Summer had left. He then scratched his head sheepishly and chuckled.
I sighed, exasperated. “So you’d rather not drive at all and make up a lame excuse than just outright refuse her ridiculous request? Is everyone else like this too?”
He nodded helplessly.
Other colleagues, overhearing our conversation, started gathering around, venting about Summer’s antics.
Apparently, there was a time when she had food poisoning, vomiting, and diarrhea. The hospital confirmed it was caused by undercooked food she ate the night before. She had bought it in a group order with other colleagues, so the next day, she showed up with a reimbursement form, demanding they split her medical expenses.
She was even more outrageous as of late. She used to live near the office, but after moving farther away, coincidentally right when she got pregnant, she took advantage of her position to pull a list of colleagues who drove nice cars and created a carpool schedule for them to take turns driving her.
If anyone refused? Their attendance records for the month would mysteriously be marked with absences.
The more I listened, the deeper my frown became.
An HR specialist… with this much power?
I looked at my frustrated colleagues and asked, “You’re the ones enabling her. What, just because she’s pregnant, she gets a free pass? Or is the baby yours?”
Harold turned pale with fright and waved his hands frantically. “Hey, don’t joke like that! You don’t understand, she’s got connections.”
That piqued my curiosity.
Seeing my eyes light up, Harold lowered his voice and whispered, “She’s the niece of our big boss, Manson Leeds. His actual niece.”
… Huh?
She was Manson’s niece?
Then who was I?
It only took a few days of observation for me to piece things together.
A few days later, my uncle returned from an overseas business trip. As soon as he got back, he messaged me to come to his office.
When I pushed open the door, Summer was already there, tidying up the office.
Seeing me enter, my uncle told her, “Summer, step out for a moment. Take the chocolates on the desk and share them around. I bought them abroad.”
Summer shot me a glare of pure resentment before grudgingly picking up the chocolates and walking out.
However, before she left, she conveniently left a reimbursement form on the desk.
One glance told me it was for the taxi fare from the day I refused to give her a ride.
Chapter 3
As soon as Summer left, my uncle eagerly pulled a fishing rod out of the cabinet.
“My dear niece, how’s your internship going? Think you can take over tomorrow? I want to go deep-sea fishing! Just got this new rod. I have to try it out!”
I shrugged helplessly. “Uncle, I’ve only been here for a few days. You better keep being the boss here for a while longer.”
He told me that, per my request, he had only informed one senior executive about our relationship. No one else in the company knew. He wanted me to focus on my work, grow into the role, and take over as soon as possible so he could finally step down.
This company was founded by my grandfather, but both my mom and uncle were too carefree to take it seriously.
Grandpa adored his daughter, so after my mom sweet-talked him, my uncle was forced to take over the company.
Since I finally graduated, it was finally my turn to be dragged into the mess.
I knew my uncle had been itching to hand things away. It had taken some serious effort to keep him patient for this long.
When I returned to my desk, I saw Summer handing out chocolates.
A bootlicking colleague asked where they were from. They looked fancy.
She lowered her voice mysteriously. “Mr. Leeds brought them back from overseas for me. But I’m pregnant, so I can’t eat too much sugar. I’ll share them with you guys.”
Everyone looked at her admiringly when they heard what she said. Someone even fanned the flames. “Wow, Mr. Leeds really takes care of you! And he doesn’t have kids… Does that mean the company will be yours one day?”
Summer waved her hand shyly, feigning modesty. “What are you saying? Mr. Leeds and I aren’t even related.”
The suck-ups immediately chimed in like a well-rehearsed comedy act.
“Ohhh, we get it, we get it.”
Get what, you morons?
Then someone started calling her CEO as a joke, and she completely lost herself in the moment.
So this was her game, dropping vague hints to let people misunderstand.
Summer’s smug expression faded when she noticed my look of disdain.
She strutted over to me and said in a sickly sweet tone, “Sorry, Sophia, all the chocolate’s gone. There’s none left for you.”
I waved it off, unfazed. “That’s fine. I don’t like chocolate anyway.”
Besides, my uncle had stuffed my entire trunk with souvenirs.
She let out a sneering laugh. “Oh? Did your sugar daddy buy you some too?”
At those words, my colleagues exchanged glances. Some started whispering.
“No wonder she can afford such an expensive car.”
“You guys heard? She didn’t even go through an interview. She just got parachuted in.”
“She was just in the boss’s office alone. Bet her sugar daddy knows Mr. Leeds and told him to look after her.”
“Must be some old guy.”
“Screw this, I don’t want to work hard anymore!”
I stood up, towering over Summer, and retorted without mercy, “Oh, right, of course! If a young woman drives an expensive car and eats expensive chocolate, she must have a sugar daddy, huh?
“Then when your mom gave birth to you, did she lose the baby and take something from the toilet home instead? Because your mouth sure smells like it!”
She turned purple with rage.
Storming back into the HR office, she immediately altered my attendance records for the month.
She had already been marking me late and leaving early every day just because I refused to give her a ride. At this point, she was fully abusing the little power she had.
Unfortunately for her, she had messed with the wrong person.
A moment later, as if still unsatisfied, she messaged me on WhatsApp.
[Your team hasn’t completed the referral task this month. You must recommend a few candidates for interviews and ensure at least one gets hired. Otherwise, it will affect your internship evaluation.]
I chuckled. If my fishing-obsessed uncle saw this, he might just apply himself.
Before I could even reply, she sent a few more messages.
[I’ve seen plenty of clueless rookies like you who think they can ‘fix’ workplace politics just because they learned a few snappy comebacks. You’re no match for me.]
[Get someone with a nice car to join the company, and I’ll let your past disrespect slide. I’ll even fix your attendance records.]
Chapter 4
[It’s your turn to drive me home today. Also, remember to pick me up tomorrow morning and bring me breakfast. A bacon sandwich with two extra eggs.]
Not worried about high cholesterol, huh?
As soon as she saw I had read the message, she quickly retracted the last three texts.
Of course, I had already taken a screenshot and dropped it into our rant group chat.
[Any rich kids looking for a job? Playing alone is getting boring. Join me!]
My best friend, Cindy Smith, responded almost instantly. [How could I miss out on such a great opportunity? Do you get a referral bonus?]
[Yep. 50 bucks for an interview, 200 for getting hired.]
[Deal! We’ll split it 50-50. That’s enough for a dinner.]
I grinned.
Cindy did not just have a nice car.
She was a race car driver.
Since Summer loved hitching rides so much, we would let her have the ride of her life.
As expected, five minutes before the end of the workday, Summer’s message arrived, [Remember to pack up early and clock out on time.]
I sent her a picture of my uncle’s old second-hand car. [Mhm, this is tonight’s ride.]
[?]
[.]
After work, I grabbed my keys and rushed to HR to find her, only to be told she was already downstairs waiting for her rideshare.
How boring.
40 minutes later, Summer sent me a screenshot of her ride receipt.
[38.79. Just give me 40. I can’t keep expensing rides. This should be your responsibility.]
I ignored her and instead messaged my uncle. [Dear Uncle, has Summer from HR ever saved your life?]
He replied with a single question mark.
Then, I responded to Summer, [Summer, I found a friend to interview. She’ll pick you up for work tomorrow morning! I’ll deduct the fare from my referral bonus.]
She replied instantly, [What car? Send me a picture.]
After seeing Cindy’s limited-edition sports car, she could barely contain her excitement, though she still had to take a jab at me.
[Your friend is more capable than you.]
Then, she sent an address and ordered me to pick her up at 7:30 a.m. on the dot.
The next morning, Cindy and I arrived early, waiting outside Summer’s building.
Right on time, she appeared—no, waddled, downstairs, supported by a pig-like man.
Summer, acting all high and mighty, said, “Sophia, there’s still time. Have your friend lend my husband the car for a quick spin. He’s been eyeing this model.”
Cindy snorted. “Can he afford it? There are only three in the world.”
“What did you say?” Summer did not seem to catch that.
I quickly smoothed things over. “She meant, oh, you’re not buying it because you don’t like it.”
Summer rolled her eyes. “Cut the nonsense. Hurry up, we can’t be late. I have to set a good example.”
Cindy shot me a look. I winked back.
Her expression said, ‘Should I let him drive it?’
Mine said, ‘Up to you.’
Cindy glanced at Summer’s greasy, grimy husband and muttered impatiently, “Summer, you have terrible taste. I really don’t want him touching my car. He’ll leave grease all over the steering wheel.”
Summer did not hear her clearly.
I immediately stepped in again. “She means, you’re living the good life. Your husband is so handsome. Just gripping the steering wheel makes him look like a dream.”
Cindy panicked. “Wait, is that what I said?!”
Before I could smooth things over again, Summer suddenly stiffened.
She protectively placed herself in front of her pig-husband, eyeing us suspiciously. “I almost forgot what kind of people you two are. Don’t think you can set your sights on my husband.”
Then she turned to him. “Just go home. It’s not even that great of a car. If you want to drive one, we can just test drive at a dealership.”
Cindy muttered under her breath, “Limited edition! Even test driving requires a financial background check. How much money do they think they have?”
I quickly clamped a hand over her mouth and shoved Summer into the car.
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