The giant baby intern in HR accidentally sent a termination email to the entire company. The whole department panicked and packed up to leave. Afterward, she cried her heart out, blaming herself. Not only was she completely unharmed, but the boss also rewarded her with a seven-day paid vacation and a $10,000 "emotional distress" bonus. Meanwhile, we, who believed the email was real, were marked as "absent without leave." We were publicly reprimanded, and our performance bonuses were docked! Even worse, our combined year-end bonuses—totaling $100,000—were seized to pay for her compensation! I led the charge to confront the boss, but she immediately played the victim. "Ah! The Wicked Witch is here! So scary! Is she going to eat me? Save me, Daddy CEO!" Before the boss could even speak, my colleagues, desperate to suck up, instantly turned on me. "Exactly! You have zero empathy. Why are you picking on a fresh grad?" "No wonder you're thirty and single. With a heart that toxic, you deserve to be alone!" In that moment, I became public enemy number one. The boss fired me on the spot for "destroying team unity." Looking at their ugly faces, I laughed out of pure rage, ripped off my badge, and walked away. Since you all want to protect her so badly, I hope that when the IRS knocks on your door tomorrow... Your "Baby" can explain those dual accounting books. 1 Tuesday, 10:00 AM. The work group chat exploded. An email, bolded and highlighted in red, popped up for every employee. From: HR - Bella "Cutie Pie" Swan Subject: [NOTICE OF TERMINATION] The content was simple and brutal: [Because my computer screen keeps flickering and bullying me, Baby has decided to send you all home! Effective immediately, all employment contracts are terminated. Hmph! Don't come back!] The office fell into a deathly silence, followed by an eruption of screams. "Holy sh*t? Did the company go under?" "The reason is her computer bullied her? What kind of insane excuse is that?" "Why are you just standing there? Grab your stuff! If you're late, you won't even get your laptop!" Someone shouted, and chaos ensued. As the CFO, my first reaction was to rush to the CEO, Simon Vance's office. Empty. I went to find Bella. Her desk was empty too. I called Simon a dozen times. Straight to voicemail. Now even I was panicking. I manage the money. I knew the books were... flexible... but not "sudden death" flexible. But the boss is missing, and HR sent a termination letter. Isn't this the standard procedure for a rug pull? Panic is contagious. Swept up by the crowd, I packed my personal items and went home in defeat. That night, the main group chat was chaos. Some were cursing, some crying about mortgages, others were already contacting lawyers for a class-action lawsuit. Then, early the next morning, a message from Simon popped up. [Everyone, get your asses back to work immediately!] [Anyone one minute late loses their entire month's bonus!] Not bankrupt? Confused, we rushed back to the office. Pushing open the conference room doors, we saw Bella curled up in Simon's lap. She actually had a pacifier in her mouth! "Daddy Simon, I really didn't mean to." "I wanted to send the Afternoon Tea notification, but my hand slipped, and the mouse was being naughty! Bad mouse!" I stood at the door, my brain trembling. Afternoon Tea notification and Termination Letter. One is under "Admin," the other under "HR." They are miles apart in the system, and you need a admin password to confirm sending the latter. And you "slipped"? Suppressing my rage, I walked in. "Mr. Vance, since it's a misunderstanding, everyone can just get back to work. No need for such anger." Simon looked up, his eyes ready to devour me. While gently patting Bella, he pointed at me and roared: "Joanna! Do you have no shame?" "You are the CFO! A senior executive! Yet you have zero composure!" "Bella is just a child! She made a small mistake, and instead of fixing it, you led the charge to loot company assets and skipped work!" I laughed in disbelief. "Mr. Vance, that was a termination letter with the official company seal, not a game of house." "And Bella, as HR, made a low-level error that shut down the entire company. Shouldn't she be held accountable?" Before I finished, Bella suddenly wailed. She spat out the pacifier and kicked her legs wildly on the chair: "Waaaah! The big sister is so mean! She's going to eat me!" "I want to go home! I don't want to work! There are monsters here! Boohoo!" Heartbroken, Simon hugged her tight and screamed at me: "Joanna! Shut up! Look how scared you've made Bella!" "She's still an intern! Can she be compared to old veterans like you?" Then, Simon announced a decision that blew everyone's mind. "Given that Bella made a mistake, her attitude is sincere, and she has been traumatized." "I am approving a special seven-day paid leave, fully covered by the company, plus a $10,000 emotional distress bonus." "As for you!" He glared around the room. "Yesterday's collective absence without leave warrants a public reprimand for everyone!" "This month's performance bonuses are forfeited! Any losses caused will be deducted from your salaries!" "Additionally, everyone's year-end bonus will be docked to pay for Bella's compensation!" My eyes widened in disbelief. "Excuse me? She made the mistake, why are you deducting our money?!" Before I could argue further, my colleagues—who were calling the boss a son of a b*tch in the group chat yesterday—suddenly changed their tune. Old Tom from Sales jumped out first, fawning: "Director Joanna, Bella is young, it's her first job. Mistakes are normal." Then, the Admin lady chimed in: "Yeah, this is just tough love for Bella." Even Emily, the apprentice I trained for three years, lowered her head and whispered: "Master, just stop talking. Don't make Mr. Vance angry and drag us all down..." Looking at these spineless cowards, I felt sick to my stomach. Bella peeked out from Simon's embrace, picked up the drool-covered pacifier, and stuck it back in her mouth. She gave me a provocative smirk: "Bad woman! I'll beat you up! Neener neener!" 2 During Bella's seven-day leave, the company turned into chaos. Before she left, to prevent another "slip," she changed the entire company system font to "Comic Sans." Looking at that font made my eyes bleed. Even more ridiculous, she locked everyone's system permissions. Her reason: "What if someone secretly changes data to bully me while I'm gone? Baby needs to protect herself." New hires couldn't be onboarded. Payroll couldn't be processed. I went to Simon. He was busy liking Bella's Instagram posts. Without looking up, he said: "Don't bother me with trifles. Wait until Bella comes back." "She is in her emotional healing period. No one is allowed to disturb her!" Fine. I swallowed my disgust, returned to the finance office, looked at the mountain of unprocessed invoices, and sneered. Seven days later, Bella finally returned. She came in with bags of plushies and merch. She fluttered around the office like a butterfly. "Tom, here's a keychain. Hope you won't be so mean in the future." "Linda, here's a sticker for your laptop. It'll make you happy!" Holding these cheap trinkets, everyone acted like they were moved to tears. Bella walked up to me and tossed a squashed candy on my desk. "Sister Joanna, I saved this specially for you." She blinked her big eyes, looking innocent. Colleagues immediately chimed in: "Director, aren't you going to thank Bella?" "Bella repays evil with kindness. Learn from her!" I looked at the crushed candy and swept it into the trash. "No thanks. It's work hours." "The HR system isn't restored. We can't do payroll this month. Do you want everyone to starve?" Mentioning payroll, Bella suddenly laughed through her tears, as if remembering something fun. "Oh, Daddy Simon! I was just going to tell you!" "I invented a new way to calculate wages called the Mood Performance Method!" She pulled out a pink notebook covered in drawings of smiley and crying faces. "From now on, everyone's salary will be based on how I feel when I see them!" "If you make me happy, you get a bonus! If you make me unhappy, I deduct money!" "This way, everyone will be more loving and united! Right, Daddy Simon?" I was trembling with rage. This was the biggest joke in the world! But Simon slapped his thigh in approval: "Great! What a brilliant idea!" "It's human-centric and lively! Breaks the rigid financial system!" "Do as Bella says! Bella is in charge of payroll this month!" I immediately objected: "Mr. Vance, this violates audit procedures. If the IRS checks..." "Shut up!" Simon cut me off rudely. "Laws, taxes... Joanna, you're annoying." "I opened this company. I pay how I want!" I looked around. The colleagues who usually fought over every cent on their pay stubs didn't say a word. They knew that in this company, sucking up to the giant baby was more effective than working hard. Under Bella's Mood Performance Management, the company became a giant kindergarten. Every morning, instead of clocking in, we had to do a "Good Morning Dance" for Bella. Old Tom, a burly man, pinched his fingers and meowed like a cat for that extra $100. I almost vomited my breakfast. Because I refused to participate in this idiocy, not only did I lose my attendance bonus, but I became the source of "negative energy" in Bella's eyes. "Sister Joanna, why aren't you smiling?" Bella stood at my desk with her pink notebook. I ignored her and continued checking the messy manual ledgers. Since the reform, all reimbursement forms became her coloring book. On a $2,000 dining invoice, she drew a giant pig head and wrote: [This place tastes bad. Denied!] On a request for office supplies, she put stickers and wrote: [This notebook is ugly. I'll approve if it's pink~] I couldn't take it anymore. I stormed into Simon's office with the receipts. "Mr. Vance, I can't do these accounts!" "Bella is blocking legitimate business expenses and approving nonsense!" I slammed the receipts on his desk. "Look at this. 'Emotional Healing Boba Tea', $300? Is she drinking gold?" "And this. 'Aesthetic Improvement JK Uniform'. This is an office expense?" Simon was gaming with headphones on. He looked annoyed. "Isn't this good? It shows Bella treats the company like home." "Joanna, as CFO, you need to open your mind." "But..." "Enough 'buts'!" Simon threw his headphones. "If you can't do it, just say so. Stop complaining." "Bella is learning finance fast. If you keep this attitude, she can have your job!" Give it to her? To a giant baby who doesn't know debit from credit and only draws smiley faces? Before I could retort, Bella pushed the door open. "Daddy Simon, is Sister Joanna badmouthing me again?" "Why is she so insensible? She doesn't understand my good intentions. I'm saving money for the company." Simon instantly switched to a smile: "Of course not. Baby is the best." "It's Joanna who is narrow-minded and jealous of your excellence." Bella leaned into him, blinking at me. Her eyes held zero innocence and 100% malice. "Daddy Simon, since Sister Joanna is so unhappy, let her handle the IRS inspection tomorrow." My heart skipped a beat. The IRS was coming for a routine check tomorrow. If they saw these books... we'd be fined into oblivion! "No!" I refused flatly. "The current accounts cannot be seen!" Simon's face darkened. "Why not? I think Bella's accounts are cute and creative!" "Joanna, if you can't handle this small thing, don't bother coming in tomorrow!" Bella fanned the flames: "Yeah, isn't Sister Joanna a top university grad? Can't even handle this?" "If you're scared, beg me. Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll act cute for the IRS officer and make it go away." Beg her? I looked at the delusional couple. My anger cooled into icy resolve. Since you want to die, don't blame me for handing you the knife. 3 The next morning, before the IRS arrived, the company exploded. It was payday. According to Bella's Mood Performance Method, pay slips were distributed. "WTF? Why is my salary only $50?" Old Tom, the sales champ, was shaking. "I ran my legs off last month. My commission alone should be $2,000. How is it $50?" Everyone went mad, surrounding the finance office with red eyes. "Joanna! Get out here!" "Did you embezzle our money? You black-hearted accountant!" Of course, the blame fell on me. I calmly sipped my coffee and pointed to a pink poster on the door. Bella's crooked handwriting read: [Love Salary Ranking]. "Don't blame me." "The payroll was drawn by Bella and signed by Simon." "She said you guys performed well but looked too old, affecting her 'Baby Aura', so she deducted an 'Ugly Tax'." Hearing this, they almost fainted from rage. Just then, Bella arrived on Simon's arm. "Anyone who dares to make trouble is disobeying management! Fired immediately! No severance!" Simon roared with a dark face. Threatened with unemployment, the mob deflated instantly. Old Tom gritted his teeth and forced a smile uglier than crying: "We... we accept it." "Miss Bella is right. We aren't pretty enough. We will improve." Bella lifted her chin proudly, looking down at me: "See, Joanna?" "This is charisma." She suddenly pulled a stack of papers from her bag and threw them in my face. "What is this?" I picked it up. A termination notice. Reason: [Destroying team unity, bullying newcomers, evil intentions.] "You're fired." Bella smiled sweetly. Simon added from behind: "Not only are you fired, but the $10,000 emotional distress fee will be deducted from your final pay!" The colleagues, eager to please the crazy couple, kicked me while I was down. "Yeah, Joanna, just leave. Don't drag us down." "Hated your stinking face anyway." "You bullied Bella, you deserve it!" Looking at these clowns, I suddenly found it funny. I took off my badge and placed it on the desk. "Fine. I'll go." As I walked to the door, someone knocked. Bella shouted impatiently: "Who is it? Can't you see Baby is giving a lecture?" She pulled the door open. Standing there were four or five men in uniforms, looking stern. The leader held up a badge. Bella looked at their uniforms and burst out laughing. "Daddy Simon! Look at this old witch Joanna!" "She hired extras to scare me! Wearing costumes and everything." In that moment, I clearly saw the officer's face turn black as coal. Simon came over, looking at them with disdain: "Joanna, how childish are you? Get out with your circus troupe! Or I'll call the police!" I stepped into the elevator and pressed the down button. "Mr. Vance, Bella, you misunderstand." "That is Section Chief Liu from the IRS and Captain Zhao from Economic Crimes." "They aren't actors. They are here to audit the books after I reported you with my real name." "Here is all the evidence of dual accounting, tax evasion, and embezzlement." The elevator doors closed slowly. In the last sliver, I saw Bella's face twist in horror and the glint of handcuffs in Chief Liu's hand. "Good luck." 4 The doors were about to shut. Bella screamed and pried them open. "You can't leave! Bad woman!" She bit Chief Liu's wrist, drawing blood. "Daddy Simon! Beat these bad guys! They're bullying Baby!" Chief Liu grimaced and slammed her onto the floor with a takedown. Bella's face pressed against the tiles, legs kicking wildly. "Waaah! Murder! Help!" Simon charged like a madman but was handcuffed instantly by Captain Zhao. "Assaulting an officer, resisting tax investigation, obstruction of justice. Take them away!" The office was chaos. I watched coldly, but felt uneasy. Simon was too calm. Even in cuffs, his eyes were full of contempt and madness. "Joanna, you think this will kill me?" "Bella is my lucky charm. If you touch her, heaven will punish you!" I ignored his ravings and cooperated with the police. However, less than 24 hours later. I had just finished organizing evidence at a cafe when my phone rang. It was Emily, crying. "Sister Joanna, look at the group... Mr. Vance and Bella are back!" How? Assaulting police plus tax evasion—ironclad evidence. How could they be out? I opened the group chat. Simon sent ten $200 red envelopes. Note: [Celebrating Baby's Survival of the Ordeal!] Bella posted a selfie. She was wearing a pink tutu, sitting on Simon's desk, holding scissors. Background: shredded paper—copies of the tax records sealed by the IRS. Caption: [Hmph! Police station day trip is over! The police uncle said Baby is too cute to lock up! Die mad, bad woman! Neener neener!] I called Captain Zhao immediately. His tone was helpless: "Ms. Joanna, Simon took all the blame. He said he ordered everything and Bella is mentally challenged and was manipulated." "Also, Simon used connections and paid bail. He's applying for a review. We had to release them for now." "But don't worry, they are restricted from leaving the country." I took a deep breath. Mentally challenged? What a way to escape. Before I could think, another @All popped up. Simon: [Notice: Due to Joanna's malicious reporting damaging the company's magnetic field. To soothe Bella's wounded soul, effective immediately, the company initiates the "Baby Guardian Plan".] [All employees must surrender their ID cards and passports to prevent betrayal!] [Those who refuse will be fired and must pay 10 times the breach of contract fee!] This wasn't management; it was imprisonment and extortion. Terrifyingly, the chat filled with "Received." Those colleagues with mortgages were completely trapped. I gripped my phone. If the law is slow, don't blame me for using commercial means. I called Mr. Zhou, head of the investment firm that was Simon's biggest backer—and my current new boss. "Mr. Zhou, the VAM agreement is triggered." "Simon's behavior constitutes a severe threat to asset safety." "I apply for a hostile takeover." Silence for two seconds. "Granted. Joanna, take the security team and close the net." With a team of black-clad bodyguards, I returned to the company. The scene that greeted me shattered my worldview. The fingerprint scanner was smashed. In its place was a giant pink bouncy castle. The receptionist wore an oversized bib and a pacifier, scrubbing the floor on her knees. Seeing me, she dropped the pacifier, teary-eyed. "Joanna... sister..." "Shh! No talking!" Bella's voice came from inside. "Daddy Simon said Baby's world must be pure!" "Everyone must make baby noises! Anyone who doesn't sound like a baby can't go to the bathroom!" I kicked open the bouncy castle door and marched in. In the office, dozens of adults, men and women, wore pink baby bonnets. Old Tom, the balding man in his forties, was crawling at Bella's feet, shaking a rattle. "Goo goo gaga..." Bella sat in the boss's chair, feet resting on Tom's back. "Good boy! Have a candy!" Old Tom swallowed his humiliation and the candy with a smile. "Enough!" I shouted. My bodyguards swarmed in, securing the scene instantly. Bella jumped up, startled. "Wah! The Wicked Witch brought the Black Magic Fairies!" "Daddy Simon! Save me! Baby is scared!" Simon rushed out from the inner room. Dark circles under his eyes, looking like he hadn't slept in days. "Joanna! You dare come back!" I looked at him coldly and pulled out the termination letter and takeover notice. "Simon, according to the investment agreement, you have been removed by the board for gross misconduct." "Now, pack your sh*t and get out." Simon froze. Then he laughed maniacally. "Remove me? Hahaha! You dare? I have Bella! She is the Chosen One!" "The Master said, the more she acts out in my company, the more prosperous I become!" "This is destruction before creation! You know nothing!" Just as I suspected. This was the real reason he indulged her. Not lust, but cult-like superstition. "I think your brain is flooded." I waved my hand. "Clear the room! Everyone unrelated, out!" Bodyguards moved to evict the employees in bibs. Seeing this, Bella screamed and ran toward the server room. "Don't touch my house! I'll burn your house down!" She held a lighter. "Bella! Don't!" Simon panicked, trying to stop her. But Bella was fast. She kicked open the server room door and threw the lit lighter onto a pile of paper archives near the server vents. Flames shot up instantly. Alarms blared. I was stunned. She actually set the fire! "Fire! Put out the fire!" I roared and rushed forward. But Bella stood before the flames, clapping and laughing. "So warm! Bonfire party!" "Burn the Wicked Witch! Burn the Black Fairies!" Simon stood by, watching the fire, a look of twisted obsession on his face. "Fire... fire creates earth, earth creates gold..." "Prosperity! It's coming!" "Bella really brings me luck! This fire is good!" Lunatics. All of them. The fire spread fast. Smoke filled the hallway. The bodyguards grabbed me, abandoning the arrest. "Ms. Joanna! The fire is too big! Go!" I was pushed into the stairwell. Looking back one last time, I saw Bella riding on Simon's shoulders, dancing in front of the inferno.
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