The Petty Secretary Vs The Literal Sister Chapter 08

The Petty Secretary Vs The Literal Sister Chapter 08

The next morning, the coordinated smear articles started appearing online.

They were almost touching.

According to the headlines, Gavin was a self–made entrepreneur.

He had poured everything into an Al healthcare platform that was supposed to improve the lives

of countless patients.

Then the evil rich family stepped in.

Because he refused to let a wealthy heiress interfere with company operations, Callahan Holdings

supposedly retaliated by pulling its funding.

Even Sloane’s case got rewritten.

A hardworking secretary, driven to a mental breakdown by the vicious older sister of a rich girl,

made one terrible mistake while trying to protect herself.

Maren and I were cast as the villains.

The narrative spread fast. Comments flooded every platform.

[Rich people are disgusting. They can destroy lives on a whim.]

[Okay, the secretary crossed a line, but that sister is straight–up unhinged.]

[No wonder Gavin didn’t love his fiancée. Who could put up with a family like that?]

Maren’s eyes turned red as she scrolled.

I took her phone and locked the screen. “Stop reading.”

Her voice shook. “How can they twist everything like this?”

“Because truth isn’t the product,” I said. “Attention is

She looked at me. “So what do we do?”

“We go live.”

Her head snapped up. “Right now?”

“Right now.”

Half an hour later, the official Callahan Holdings account started a livestream.

I sat in front of the camera. Behind me was an entire wall covered in documents.

The viewer count exploded. The comments were brutal.

I took a sip of water.

“Hi, everyone. I’m Drew Callahan.”

“Yes–the evil sister you’ve all been reading about.”

“I’m not here to explain myself. I’m here to file a report.”

The comment section froze for exactly one second Then all hell broke loose.

I picked up the documents.

“One. Thorne Digital Solutions is under review for serious data management violations.”

“All relevant evidence has been submitted to the authorities.”

“Two. Sloane is under investigation for trade secret theft.. Law enforcement has officially opened

a case.”

“Three. Eighteen accounts spreading these narratives online received payments from the same PR

firm.”

“That firm was paid a consulting fee by Thorne Digital Solutions last week.”

“Four. Gavin’s miracle healthcare platform produced three critical false readings during beta

testing. One incident classified healthy data as high–risk.”

“If that system had launched on schedule, losing our investment would’ve been the least of

everyone’s problems.”

The livestream slowly went quiet.

I placed the files down and looked straight into the camera.

“You can hate me. But don’t accuse me of lacking evidence.”

“I’m a very thorough person. You throw one insult at me, I dig more.”

“And when I’m done digging… I can’t promise who’ll end up standing naked.”

That line shot straight to the top of the trending charts. The backlash reversed almost immediately.

People dug through old fundraising materials and found that Thorne Digital Solutions had wildly

exaggerated its claims.

Others uncovered multiple incidents where Sloane used her status as “the person closest to Gavin”

to pressure suppliers.

Then someone found photos of Gavin and Sloane entering and leaving hotels together.

Public opinion turned faster than anyone expected.

That night, Gavin called me. I hit record before answering.

His voice was low. “Drew, do you really have to push me to the edge like this?”

I leaned back. “I’m just kidding around.”

A pause. Then he asked, “What do you actually want?”

“A public apology to Maren.”

“Admit that you encouraged Sloane’s behavior.”

“Admit that your relationship with her crossed lines while you were engaged.”

“Admit that your team paid for those coordinated smear articles.”

A cold laugh came through the phone. “Not happening.”

“Then we keep going.” I said.

After a pause, his tone changed.

“Drew, do you really think your parents can protect you forever?”

“What about that overseas project Callahan Holdings has? Are the books as clean as everyone

thinks?”

His words hit. I stopped.

Gavin laughed. “So you do get scared after all.”

“Tomorrow. Ten a.m. One last chance.”

“Bring Maren to the office. Publicly clarify that pulling our investment was all just a

misunderstanding.”

“Otherwise… We all burn together.”

The line went dead. I sat there in silence.

The overseas project. How the hell did he know about that?