My fiancée hired a male assistant. He called himself a good luck charm. When I closed my first million-dollar deal, he said it was because he’d prayed for it. When I pulled an all-nighter to win a bid, leading my team to success, he claimed it was due to his lucky draw. When I selected a piece of land, developed it into a resort, and reaped a billion-dollar profit, he insisted it was because I wore his good luck charm. After he’d snatched credit for all my achievements, HR approached me at year-end: “All your performance metrics are attributed to Dylan Finch. Your annual bonus has been cancelled this year.” “All your performance rewards will also go to Dylan!” I immediately gave up, slacking off, playing games all day at work. The ‘good luck charm’ panicked. Without me, where would an inexperienced intern like him get credit to steal? So, at the year-end review meeting, he dramatically smashed my computer, putting on airs: “If you continue to be a deadbeat and slack off, I’ll have the boss fire you!” My fiancée chimed in from the side: “The company’s success is all thanks to him. How dare you not put in effort when you don’t even have his luck?” “If it weren’t for the good fortune he brought, the company might have gone under.” I laughed, exasperated, and said to my CEO-dad in my game: “Hear that? He thinks he can land projects just by being lucky!” “In that case, let’s see if he can secure a hundred-million-dollar order by year-end, purely with his luck!” … The company held its year-end meeting. All employees, including management, were present, except for me. I was at my desk, deep in a thrilling team battle. A colleague passed by, asking me to join them: “Stop playing games, the VP called for a meeting. We’ll be publicly criticized if we’re late.” “Not going,” I flatly refused. “Anyway, the company has Dylan Finch, the good luck charm. What’s the point of being ambitious and working hard?” My colleague choked. He knew that when I’d secured that multi-million dollar order, Dylan had snatched the credit with a single sentence: “It’s all thanks to my prayers that you could sign such a big deal.” This was the third time Dylan had stolen my credit, and I had completely given up, playing games on the company’s dime every day. “You’re not going to the meeting, just sitting here playing games?” My fiancée, Lindsay Hayes, stalked over in her heels, confronting me. “You don’t even attend meetings, just slack off all day. Do you have any ambition at all?” “Why can’t you learn from Dylan? Even if he’s a good luck charm, he arrived early and is diligently participating in the company’s planning!” I was fiercely cornering a boss in my game, not even looking up. “Sorry, I have no ambition. He does, so let him handle it.” “Besides, isn’t this meeting to praise him? Why should I go?” Lindsay frowned. “He closed a million-dollar deal, aren’t you going to congratulate a colleague?” Her words were deeply sarcastic. My blade moved faster as I took down the boss. “You know best how many days I slaved away, how many times I entertained clients, drinking until my stomach was bleeding, just to get that deal. Your intern, Dylan Finch, casually stole all my efforts with one sentence.” “And you want me to congratulate him? Congratulate a useless freeloader?” This angered Lindsay. She slammed my laptop shut and dragged me to the conference room. “You’re going today whether you like it or not!” As I entered the conference room, I heard the Vice President on stage effusively praising Dylan for bringing good fortune to the company. “One wave is truly stronger than the last! Even interns these days can close million-dollar deals! Everyone in the company should learn from Dylan; he’s our company’s lucky star!” Seeing me enter, the VP shot me a contemptuous glance. “Unlike some people, who just play games and slack off all day! They spent half a month on one deal and still couldn’t close it. An intern’s few words are more effective!” My colleagues whispered amongst themselves, their snickers occasionally reaching my ears: “That intern closed a deal with just a few words. After a year’s work, he’s less useful than Dylan’s single sentence. What a loser…” “I heard Manager Hayes is Aaron Miller’s fiancée, yet she promotes Dylan. Shows how useless Aaron is, doesn’t it?” I ignored them, sitting directly in a corner. My dad happened to call me to help him rank up in our game, so I immediately joined the team. Lost in the game, someone tapped my shoulder. I looked up to find everyone in the meeting room staring at me. That’s when I heard Dylan on stage accusing me: “A deadbeat like Aaron Miller, who contributes nothing, will only hold this company back!” “Your projects only succeeded because of my subtle guidance, otherwise you’d never achieve such high performance, would you?” “I advise you to turn off your game, or today, on behalf of the company, I will take serious action against you!” I took off my headphones, looking utterly indifferent. “What, you, an intern, think you can fire me?” “Do you even have that authority?” Everyone gasped. They hadn't expected me to confront Dylan directly. Everyone knew Lindsay Hayes was backing him. I looked at Lindsay; her eyes, returning my gaze, were incredibly cold. “What if I gave him that authority?” “The company’s achievements are all thanks to Dylan. How dare you not work hard without his good luck?” “If it weren’t for him, the company might have already gone under.” My eyes immediately darkened. I scoffed at my dad in the game’s voice chat: “Hear that? Turns out all the company’s deals are signed thanks to an intern’s good luck.” Lindsay openly tearing into me for Dylan’s sake was something no one had expected. Dylan grew even more arrogant, looking at me provocatively. I shrugged, standing up to leave. “Fine, then process my resignation today.” My indifference clearly surprised Lindsay; Dylan’s face, in particular, turned sour. His achievements were stolen. Without me, he had no one to guarantee his position in the company. “Wait! Lindsay, firing him is too extreme.” Then Dylan went to my workstation, dragged my computer into the meeting room. “How about we teach him a lesson, make him remember!” In front of everyone, he directly threw my computer from a height, smashing it to pieces on the floor. “I warn you, no more slacking off or playing games!” The loud crash instantly silenced the meeting room. My computer was a mangled mess of scrap metal. Everyone’s faces were a picture of surprise and excitement as they stood up to watch the show. “His computer’s smashed! Aaron Miller’s life is going to be tough now!” “People are desperate to get into our company; Aaron Miller doesn’t even care about being fired. Is he playing hard to get, trying to force Manager Hayes to keep him?” “Still a low-level employee after a year, so pathetic. Manager Hayes won’t fall for that…” Computer fragments flew to my feet. This was my top-of-the-line custom-built computer, which I'd had made abroad for ten million. I stared at Dylan, who was dressed in cheap brands, and calmly said, “Smash my computer? Can you afford to pay for it?” Dylan sneered, “You’re just a regular employee, how expensive could your computer be? Go to the warehouse and get a spare one.” I turned to Lindsay. “Are you just going to let an intern be this arrogant? Not only stealing my deals but also casually smashing my computer?” Lindsay walked directly to Dylan’s side, looking down at me haughtily. “He didn’t make me fire you; letting you stay in the company to earn a living is already being more than fair.” “Dylan smashing your computer is for your own good. He wants you to be ambitious.” I shook my head, a cold smirk on my face. There was no reply from my game’s voice chat; my hot-tempered dad and grandpa, fiercely protective, were probably already chartering a private jet back. I had no desire to argue further. I crouched down to pick up the computer’s motherboard, but Dylan raised his foot and stepped directly on it. “Still want to pick it up and keep playing?” he said, grinding his foot back and forth on the motherboard. “Lindsay, you’re cutting him some slack, and he still doesn’t repent?” “You’re slacking off publicly, ruining the company’s hardworking atmosphere. You deserve only the oldest spare computer!” “Also…” He pulled out a stack of project reports. “This data you prepared earlier has such huge flaws! If I hadn’t discovered them in time, you would have caused the company massive losses!” At this, the surroundings gasped. “My god, Dylan really is our company’s good luck charm; he can even find flaws!” “Look at Aaron Miller, so thick-skinned. Without Dylan’s blessing, his project would have tanked. Now he’s even contradicting him and pulling faces!” “He’s doing it on purpose, trying to win back Manager Hayes’s heart. I wonder if he has the ability to.” I picked up the data, realizing it was a report Dylan himself had done recently, but he’d changed the name on it to mine. “This isn’t my work,” I shrugged, tossing the report onto the floor. “Even though I play games all day, my performance targets are always met. I wouldn’t make such a stupid mistake.” “Only an intern, I guess, would make such a basic error, wouldn’t they?” I looked at Dylan mockingly; his face fluctuated between green and pale. He pointed at me, angrily cursing, “Aaron Miller, you play games all day at work, how can you not make basic mistakes? Your name is on this, just admit it!” “Don’t make me bring out the evidence and embarrass you completely!” I stared at his guilty face, finding it utterly ridiculous. An intern who knew nothing back then was now a domineering 'good luck charm' in the company. “Evidence, huh?” I directly called a professional. “Please come over now, I need a handwriting analysis and a check of the surveillance footage.” “You want to conduct a private investigation in our company? Do you have the authority for that?” Lindsay frowned. “Don’t think we’ll believe your investigation results just because you hire some shady people from outside.” I ignored her, sat down, and continued playing my game. The Vice President’s face grew darker. “Aaron Miller, what do you mean? Wrong is wrong. Are you trying to cause a scene in the company? Security, prevent anyone unauthorized from entering the company!” “No need to trouble security, we’ve come up ourselves.” Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, and a collective gasp filled the room. Two people, seen on the news yesterday, stood at the conference room door—the Chief of the Capital City Criminal Investigation Bureau and the CEO of RonaTech Industries. The VP’s face turned white with fright at the sight of these two important figures. He quickly bent over, smiling obsequiously. “What brings you two distinguished gentlemen here? Is there something urgent?” The Chief and the CEO didn't even glance at the VP, walking directly towards me. “Aaron, where’s the evidence?” “If anyone dares to falsely accuse you, we will definitely help clear your name!” I raised my chin, pointing to the documents on the floor. Dylan, trembling, picked up the documents in front of the two powerful figures, handing them over for immediate inspection. Lindsay, astonished that professionals were investigating for me, stared at me. “Who exactly are you? How did you manage to get them here?” I continued playing my game. “That’s none of your business, as long as someone can prove my innocence!” Dylan glared at me, his face filled with guilt, but he didn’t dare to react on the spot. He was Lindsay Hayes’s junior from university. Fresh out of graduation, Lindsay had arranged for him to join the company as her personal assistant. Dylan’s performance wasn’t great, but he always had a knack for flattery in his free time. For example, “You’re about to get a promotion!” or “You’re definitely going to succeed with this client collaboration.” Occasionally, he’d hit the mark by sheer coincidence, and Lindsay would promote him in various ways. Gradually, everyone in the company came to believe Dylan was a good luck charm, and he quickly became a company celebrity. Later, he publicly claimed my hard-earned achievements were due to his lucky aura. Lindsay knew I’d pulled all-nighters working on proposals, yet she still looked at Dylan with adoration: “I knew it was your good fortune that helped him secure the deal.” Seeing Dylan take away the bonus that should have been mine, becoming the top performer, all my efforts seemed like a joke. And now, he was publicly slandering me? Did he really think I was a pushover to be manipulated? The inspection concluded. The Chief held the report, looking at Dylan with a grim expression. “The handwriting on the error spots in this report matches yours. After checking the surveillance, I also found that you were the only one entering and leaving the office.” “The CEO also investigated the data source, and you were the only one involved from start to finish. Therefore, this erroneous data was caused solely by you!” At this, the conference hall fell silent for a moment, then erupted in heated discussion. “I can’t believe it was slander… My god, Aaron Miller is actually innocent.” “The ‘good luck charm’ is really going too far. You can’t steal someone else’s credit and then frame them, can you?” Dylan’s face turned completely white. He stammered, “That… that must have been a mistake on my part.” “Can a simple ‘mistake’ fix everything?” I leaned back in my chair, watching him leisurely. “When you make a mistake, don’t you need to apologize?” The Chief and the CEO stood behind me, staring at Dylan, putting immense pressure on him. He reluctantly lowered his head. “I… I’m sorry…” I stood up, shaking hands with the Chief and the CEO in thanks. After they left, I pulled out a bill. “Since the slander has been cleared up, let’s talk about my computer’s compensation.” Dylan reverted to his arrogant self, crossing his arms and scoffing, “I’d like to hear how much a broken computer is worth.” I held up one finger: “Ten…” “Tsk, just ten thousand?” He pulled out his phone. “I’ll scan it to you now.” I shook my head. “Ten million.”
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