After being canceled and chased off the internet, I quit the entertainment industry, went home, and started selling bags as an intern sales associate at a luxury boutique. My arch-nemesis specifically came to the store just to humiliate me. She demanded that I get on my knees to serve her, threatening to have me fired on the spot if I refused, claiming she was the brand CEO's handpicked global spokesperson for the upcoming season. Did no one tell her that my family literally owns this brand? "I'm sorry, but when did I ever say I was going to sign you?" 01 When I announced my retirement from acting, reporters asked me what I planned to do next. I casually replied that I was going home to help my parents sell bags. I was mercilessly mocked by the entire internet. But little did they know, they probably couldn't even afford the bags my family sells... VALERIA is a top-tier luxury brand founded by my grandparents. Under my parents' management, it has grown to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Hermès and Louis Vuitton as a global ultra-luxury powerhouse. Even our most basic entry-level bag costs tens of thousands of dollars. To build my character and business acumen, my parents insisted I start from the very bottom. I was assigned to one of our flagship boutiques as an intern sales associate. Who would have thought that on my very first day, my former nemesis would come looking for trouble. The moment Stella Monroe walked through the doors, her tone was dripping with passive-aggression. "Well, well, if it isn't Harper Kensington? Did you think that by becoming a VALERIA salesgirl, you'd magically be able to afford the bags here?" The customer is always right. I bit my tongue and endured it. But she escalated, blatantly stepping her muddy shoe onto the glass coffee table I had just polished: "Kneel down." Me: ? "These shoes are VALERIA. Don't you guys offer complimentary maintenance? Maintain them for me." Me: ... Stella and I used to compete for the same type of roles. To get ahead of me, she had spent a fortune buying hit pieces and hiring bot farms to manipulate public opinion against me. The fact that I was cyberbullied to the point of leaving the industry had everything to do with her. It was just my own stubbornness; I hadn't wanted to rely on my family's connections. But even now that I had retired, she still wouldn't let me be. "Ma'am, please take off your shoes. I'll have a specialist take care of them." "No, I want you to do it," Stella smirked. "And I want you on your knees while you wipe them!" My face went cold: "I'm sorry, ma'am, our brand doesn't offer that specific service." "Harper, I am your client now! I am your God! You have to do whatever God tells you to do! You're just a lowly salesgirl, what right do you have to talk back to me?!" "Believe it or not, I can have VALERIA fire you right this second!" Oh, wow. So powerful? She'd have to convince my parents to disown me first. I stayed silent, and Stella assumed I was scared. She looked incredibly smug: "You should be scared. After all, I'm about to become VALERIA's spokesperson for the next season. If you wait until then to get on your knees, it'll be too late." I paused: "Spokesperson?" "Yeah. A resource that countless A-listers are fighting for. My agent is already in talks with the head of VALERIA's marketing department." I fell deep into thought. The department my parents wanted me to take over was Marketing. When did I ever agree to sign this piece of trash? 02 Of course, I didn't serve Stella. Failing to get her way, she started finding faults. I brought out over a dozen different items, and she complained about every single one. Finally, she settled on a basic bag that cost a little under twenty thousand dollars. That was fine, but when it was time to check out, she suddenly pushed me aside and pointed to the store manager standing nearby: "You ring me up. The commission for this sale goes to you." Manager Brenda Higgins beamed with joy and quickly started bagging the item. Just as the payment was about to go through, I suddenly remembered something. "Wait, this bag cannot be sold." Stella was furious: "What do you mean?" "This specific bag was reserved by a client a long time ago." Brenda thought I was just trying to steal her commission: "Harper, you're new, so I didn't want to scold you, but was that the proper attitude for serving a VIP? Furthermore, you say it's reserved, but I'm the store manager, how come I don't know about it?" "Yeah, Manager Brenda, how could you not know?" I gave her a cold glance and pulled up the system data on the tablet. The warehouse had sent a message three days ago, allocating this exact bag to our store for a client's reservation. The client had specifically chosen in-store pickup at our location. "As the manager of a flagship store, how could you forget something so important? The client could walk through those doors at any minute. How would you explain this to them? This is a VVIP who spends over a million dollars a year." Brenda's face turned an ugly shade of gray. After Stella left, Brenda immediately began to mock me. "A loser who couldn't survive in Hollywood really thinks she's still a star." I looked at her: "Excuse me, what did you say?" "What? Can't handle the truth?" Brenda, oblivious to my true identity, laughed brazenly. "The whole country knows you came to work the register because you couldn't hack it as an actress. It's hilarious. Take a good look at your name tag. You're just an intern." She had a highly punchable look on her face. "And I am the manager of this store. Don't you know the store manager has the ultimate authority here? Little girl, whether you pass your probation and become a permanent employee is entirely up to me." ...Oh, I was shaking in my boots. I couldn't be bothered to entertain her, but the drama for the day wasn't over. Right before closing, my former agent suddenly texted me. Stella had uploaded a video of me working as a salesgirl, and it was going viral. 03 It turned out that earlier today, during a busy moment when I was running back and forth grabbing inventory, Stella had secretly recorded me. "My old friend Harper is actually working as a salesgirl now. So pitiful. She's definitely the most tragic former star I've ever seen. So, I went out of my way to support her at work today. #GirlsHelpGirls! I hope Harper gets through these tough times soon." ...What a twisted version of GHG. Uninformed netizens flooded the comments, praising her for being beautiful and kind-hearted. She also "accidentally" let slip that she might be collaborating with VALERIA soon. Her fans celebrated all night, guessing what kind of collaboration it would be. —Even if she was just a brand ambassador, for Stella, it would be a massive elevation in status. My situation, however, was vastly different. For me, there was only mockery. When I was an actress, the biggest thing I was hated for was my "Princess Syndrome." When I first debuted, I didn't understand the manipulative games of the industry. Whenever someone dug a hole for me, I jumped right in. In the end, I was edited on reality TV to look like I had a terrible temper and severe Princess Syndrome. Stella was the exact opposite; she portrayed herself as hardworking, gentle, and considerate. Only later did I find out that her team had bribed the editors to intentionally cut footage to make me look awful, just to make her look better by comparison. And now, I was a salesgirl. The trolls laughed at me: "Haha, the fake princess's royal dreams are shattered." "The fake princess dreamt of buying VALERIA, so she went to be a salesgirl there." "Can the fake princess afford VALERIA today? Nope, still can't." Oh, right. "Fake Princess" was the new nickname the trolls had given me. That night, I didn't go back to my small rented apartment in the city. Instead, I went to my parents' massive estate in the Hamptons for dinner. My parents had seen the news too, and their hearts ached for me. "Harper, why don't we just issue a clarification? Let's tell everyone you're the heir to VALERIA." "No need, Mom and Dad. I still need to conduct my undercover investigation at the store." That's right. I had another motive for volunteering to be an intern salesgirl. That specific boutique had an alarmingly high customer churn rate. I volunteered to find out why. Before I uncovered the truth, I couldn't blow my cover. My mom kept piling prime steak onto my plate: "You're so stubborn. You never want to rely on us." "By the way, Mom, what's the deal with the spokesperson for next season?" "Isn't that for you to decide? You've been in that industry; you definitely know the landscape better than we do. Commercial value is only one aspect. More importantly, they need to have good character and not damage VALERIA's image." "You didn't say you were going to sign Stella Monroe, did you?" My mom shook her head: "I know you two don't get along. Even if she were the last celebrity on earth, I wouldn't sign her. It's just that she recently hooked up with a sugar daddy who does business with our family, and he keeps recommending her to your dad." No wonder. Because of her sugar daddy's recommendation, Stella thought the deal was in the bag. But she didn't know that my parents are fiercely protective of me. What does a business partner matter? Their precious daughter is their whole world! My mom asked if we should clarify the spokesperson rumors. Not only did I say no, but I also told the marketing department to intentionally leak some vague, promising rumors. Stella fell for it completely and was ecstatic. She bought PR articles in advance, hyping herself up subtly and overtly. Her fans and the media even started calling her "VALERIA's Own Daughter." Well, now things were getting fun. 04 Historically, VALERIA had only ever signed male global spokespersons. Under my initiative, my parents planned to sign our first female spokesperson this time. An international ultra-luxury brand, and the first female spokesperson in its history—wouldn't that essentially be treating her like their "Own Daughter"? Within half a month, Stella hyped up the rumor ten times and dragged down other female stars to elevate herself five times. Without even realizing it, she had made countless enemies for herself. I hosted a live stream to address the whole "selling bags" situation. "Yes, I am working as a sales associate." "I won't be making a comeback, and this isn't a PR stunt. I just realized I didn't have the talent to be an actress." "Who knows, maybe I have a talent for selling bags? Everyone is welcome to come shop at VALERIA." In front of the camera, I was poised and elegant, facing the attacks with grace and confidence. By the end of the live stream, I had actually gained quite a few new fans. A few days later. While doing inventory at the store, I discovered a bag was missing. When I asked the other associates, they acted like it was normal: "The store manager probably borrowed it." "Borrowed it?" "She said Stella needed to do a live stream at the mall, so she borrowed it for her to show off..." I couldn't believe my ears. "That's a limited-edition exotic leather bag! There are less than two hundred of them globally! Is she out of her mind, lending it out to someone?!" I was furious. Today, I was going to teach certain people a lesson! Speak of the devil, Stella arrived. Word on the street was that she saw I had gained fans from my live stream, so she jumped on the bandwagon and started a "shopping" live stream of her own. She had that limited-edition emerald green bag slung over her arm. "We're at VALERIA! Everyone knows this is a brand I frequent. Look, the one I'm carrying today is VALERIA's latest global limited edition. It's incredibly hard to get~" She signaled her crew to push the camera closer for a macro shot of the bag. I was lurking in her live stream, glancing at the chat. They were all praising her— "Wow, I know that bag! It's insanely expensive!" "Aww, our Stella is such a cute, wealthy heiress." "Who knows, maybe VALERIA gifted it to her. After all, Stella is VALERIA's 'Own Daughter'~" "Wait? Is that Harper in the store?" "It is! Two actresses who debuted together: one is selling the bags, the other is endorsing them. Tsk tsk." At that moment, Stella announced she was going to do a "What's in my bag" segment. "Here are my tissues." "Here's my cardholder." "Ah, and this is my VALERIA Black Card. You can only get upgraded to this VIP Black Card if you spend over a million dollars a year. You get a lot of perks, like— You guys know, some luxury stores won't bring out all their new arrivals for you to see. But with this card, when I go to the counter, I can pick from every new arrival in the store." She could barely hide her urge to show off. I sneered aloud: "But that card of yours is already expired." "What?" Stella rolled her eyes at me. "Harper, you've probably never even seen this card before, right? I'll forgive you. If you don't know what you're talking about, don't speak." I spoke loudly and clearly: "The Black Card was upgraded and redesigned two years ago with a new pattern. That card in your hand expired at least two years ago." "Furthermore, for clients holding the VIP Black Card, there's absolutely no need to come to the counter personally. We deliver the new arrivals directly to their mansions for them to choose from at their leisure." As my words fell, a comical silence filled the room. 05 Stella's live stream was forced to pause. She was livid. Actually, I wasn't even finished. I wanted to look up the registered owner of that card. It was more than likely someone else's. She had gotten her hands on an expired Black Card from somewhere and dared to show it off without knowing a thing about how it worked. Stella and her crew surrounded me, uttering threats. "Harper, once I officially become VALERIA's spokesperson, you are dead meat!" "Oh, I'll be waiting." Her agent wasn't about to be outdone: "Little girl, do you not understand how this industry works? I have plenty of ways to ruin you." "Such as?" "I can make sure you can't survive in this city! Unless you clarify things right now, apologize, and say you made it all up." The agent was a greasy, overweight man with a sleazy look in his eyes. "And if I don't? A young girl walking home alone at night... things can get dangerous." "Sure," I agreed quickly. The live stream resumed. The number of viewers had doubled; everyone was here for the drama. Stella smiled sweetly: "Sorry for the wait, everyone. The signal was bad just now. My card is actually a personalized, custom-designed card. Harper just saw it wrong." The camera turned to me. I smiled faintly, and in front of millions of viewers, I dialed my phone. "Hello, 911? I'd like to report a theft. Someone stole a bag from our store valued at $180,000." 06 The color drained from both Stella's and Brenda's faces. The police arrived quickly. Stella panicked: "I bought this bag myself! The store manager can testify!" Brenda nodded sycophantically. Police Officer: "Then please show us the receipt." Stella was dumbfounded. Brenda quickly changed her tune: "It was borrowed!" "Borrowed?" "Yes, I lent it to her! I am the manager of this store. Officer, someone intentionally filed a false police report, thinking everyone has as much free time as she does. You must teach her a lesson." She glared at me. But Manager Brenda didn't know that I was waiting for exactly that sentence. "Well, that makes things easy, Officer. Manager Brenda just confessed to stealing the bag." Brenda shrieked: "Are you deaf? I said it was borrowed!" "Borrowed from whom? Do you have a loan agreement?" "I am the store manager! I don't need a loan agreement from anyone!" "Brenda, you must be confused," I looked at her coldly. "You are only a store manager, not the owner of VALERIA. Every item on display in this store belongs to VALERIA, not you! What right do you have to lend a bag to someone else?" "Taking company property without permission is theft." "Or perhaps—you used to do this all the time?" Brenda was left speechless, her face ashen. The police took her away. Stella managed to escape being arrested, but because of the huge commotion, a massive crowd of onlookers had already gathered. In no time, videos of the incident from every angle were all over the internet. Stella was trending again. If the card and the bag were fake, what else was real? Was her collaboration with VALERIA fake too? Stella was mocked relentlessly across the internet. But, this was only the beginning. 07 Later, Stella's agent actually came looking for me. I didn't even give him a chance to speak; I just played the recording of him threatening me. "Tell me, if this gets out, what will people think?" "I'm guessing the internet will say: an agent with such blatant disregard for the law couldn't possibly manage any decent artists." "Tsk. Even if you don't care about Stella, do you really want to drag down all the other artists you manage?" Hearing this, the agent completely changed his tune, begging for a settlement. However, surprisingly, Brenda soon returned to work. She hadn't received any punishment and continued to serve as the store manager. In fact, she was even more arrogant than before. She started making things difficult for me openly, leading the others to ostracize me. I investigated the past complaint records. I found that every time Brenda received a severe customer complaint, she returned to work completely unscathed. A coworker quietly told me that Brenda's husband was a mid-level executive. Her past complaints, and even the recent "stolen bag" incident, were all suppressed by her husband. No wonder. I went home and reported this to my parents. My dad said: "Good job, sweetie. You can just fire her directly." I shook my head: "Firing her directly wouldn't be fun." "Then what do you want to do?" I chewed on some lobster and said slowly: "During this time, I've noticed the discipline at our physical stores is very loose, and there's even a phenomenon of 'judging customers by their appearance.' I plan to make an example out of someone for all the store managers globally, and Brenda is the perfect target. It's not too late to execute her once I've sharpened my knife." My dad laughed heartily: "That's my girl." 08 On Sunday, Brenda and I were on shift together. In the evening, a customer came into the store. She was an older woman, slightly hunched over, dressed very plainly, and the tote bag in her hand even had patches on it. Brenda rolled her eyes, sat down on the VIP sofa, and started playing on her phone. The older woman said she wanted to look at some bags. Brenda replied impatiently: "They're all on the shelves. Look for yourself." The woman then said she was looking for a dark-colored shoulder bag. "We don't have any! Do you even know how much a bag here costs? Can you afford it?" The older woman froze. I quickly went over, poured her some tea, brought out all the shoulder bags we had, and let her choose. She didn't like the first few she looked at. Brenda gloated from the side: "Serves you right for having zero sales. Go wait on the poor ghost." "Shut up. Is that how you speak to a customer? Ma'am, please ignore her. It's your right to buy or not; don't lower yourself to her level." The older woman thanked me profusely. Then, she pointed at three bags I had brought out and said, emotionally: "I'll take them all." Me: "Excuse me?" "And please recommend a men's briefcase for me too." "Oh, and do you have clothes here? Put together an outfit for me, shoes included." Brenda was dumbfounded: "Do you know how much all of this will cost? You can't afford it!" The older woman finally lost her temper: "Who says I can't afford it? My son's tech startup just went public. I could buy out your entire store!" Brenda was completely stunned. It turned out she was a literal gold mine. The older woman bought a massive pile of items. Finally, from her patched-up tote bag, she pulled out the keys to a Maserati. Before leaving, she glared at Brenda. "If it weren't for this young lady's good attitude, I would definitely file a formal complaint against you!" Brenda had already changed her tune, bowing and scraping: "Ma'am! Let me walk you to the parking lot. How about this, let me add you on WhatsApp. Next time you come, let me know in advance, and I will definitely give you the best service." "Get lost! Don't even think about getting a single cent of commission from me!" Brenda: "..." Hehe, having a VIP customer back you up feels amazing. After the customer left, Brenda glared at me, venting her frustration. "Harper, how did you speak to me just now? Telling a senior colleague to shut up, are you polite? Is that how your parents raised you?" I completely ignored her. She was furious: "Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson myself!" Brenda rushed over and tried to slap me. I ducked and dodged it. In return, I gave her two slaps. "You want to talk to me about politeness? That was for the customer just now." I followed up with a few more slaps. "And these are for all the customers you've looked down on in the past." Brenda screamed: "You little bitch! Believe it or not, I'll ruin you!" I curled my lips into a smile and walked away gracefully.
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