My Bully Mocked Me in Front of the CEO So I Destroyed Her in Seven Languages Chapter 08

My Bully Mocked Me in Front of the CEO So I Destroyed Her in Seven Languages Chapter 08

When I got home that night, Mr. Langley called again.

“Ms. Levis, I’m sorry to bug you again. But this really needs your personal attention. Your parents’ estate involves assets in multiple countries. If the liquidation isn’t wrapped up in six months, Swiss law says the whole thing gets dumped into a state-managed trust.”

“How much are we talking?”

“The balance in your parents’ Zurich account is 4.7 million Swiss Francs. There’s also the estate in Munich—”

“Mr. Langley.”

“Yes?”

“I told you. I don’t want it.”

“But Ms. Levis-”

“Find an international charity and donate every cent. If you need a signature, just mail the papers. I’ll sign.”

I hung up.

Four point seven million Swiss Francs.

That’s a cool 5.4 million in U.S. dollars.

Plus the Munich property.

And here I was, grinding for eighty grand a year, raising a cat in a rental with a “garbage heater.”

My parents had left me nearly ten million dollars.

I didn’t want it.

Every single cent of that money reeked of their final journey-that flight to Geneva for some peace negotiation project.

I didn’t want any part of it.

Mochi curled up at my feet and let out a soft meow.

“Don’t worry, buddy. I can still afford your kibble.”

Next day was Friday.

At 9 AM sharp. Joseph called a “mandatory meeting” for the entire translation department.

Everyone was there, me included.

Joseph stood at the front with Julian by his side.

“Two things on the agenda today.”

“First, the East Ridge deal. The initial rollout is complete, and Mr. Sterling is beyond happy with our translation quality. Bonuses hit next month.”

A ripple of excitement went through the room.

“Second,” Joseph looked right at me. “Regarding the update of employee resume profiles.”

Wendy sat up like she’d just been injected with caffeine.

“It’s come to my attention that some people weren’t exactly thorough about their skills when they were hired. I’m making it clear right now: company policy requires full disclosure. If you missed something, update it by the end of

the week.”

He finished and finally looked away from me.

But Wendy wasn’t about to let me off the hook.

“Joseph, I have a question.”

“Shoot.”

“If an employee intentionally hides their skills, causing the company to screw up resource allocation, does that count as a policy violation?”

She was staring a hole right through me as she spoke.

Every head in the room snapped in my direction.

Joseph took a beat to think.

“That depends on the specifics.”

“Then let me give you an ‘example,” Wendy said, standing up. “Say an employee only lists ‘Native French’ on their resume, but in reality, they’re fluent in half a dozen languages. The company pays them for a basic role, and they never say a word. For three years, the company unknowingly bleeds potential ‘human capital’. That kind of behavior-”

“That’s enough.”

It wasn’t Joseph who cut her off.

It was me.

The room went dead silent.

I stood up.

“Ms. Miller, you’re talking about me, right? No need to talk in circles.”

Wendy raised an eyebrow.

“And what if I am?”

“Fine. My resume only lists French. But I’ve nailed every single French translation job I’ve been given. My job description was for French, and I met it. As for the other languages-”

“As for the other languages, you played dumb. You let the company spend a fortune hiring whole teams for German, Spanish, and Japanese when you could’ve done it all yourself. Isn’t that straight-up harming the company’s interests?”

I looked her dead in the eye.

“Ms. Miller, if I’d ‘done it all myself, where exactly would that leave ‘you’?”

Wendy’s face went white for a split second.

The room was silent for three long seconds.

“This has nothing to do with my position!”

“It has everything to do with it,” I said. “Because you aren’t worried about the company. You’re worried because you realized I’m more capable than you, and your ‘lead’ title is in jeopardy.”

“You-”

“I’ll say it again: an omission isn’t a lie. The hiring form didn’t say ‘must list every single skill’. I chose to show what was required for the job I wanted. That was my right.”