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I'd mentioned it to my sister before I could hear her thoughts.
I recalled her encouraging smile.
Time flew,and the day arrived.
As I approached the manager's office with my materials,someone yanked me back.
Slap!My cheek burned red at once.
A shrill voice cursed,
"You shameless tramp!Seducing men at your age!"
"Did your dead parents teach you how to behave?Pfft!"
Mark's wife was livid,grabbing my hair,ranting.
"I pitied you sisters,so I let Mark help.And you both end up sleeping with him!"
Colleagues'whispers and stares sent chill down my spine.
It was my sister who seduced Mark,not me!
My scalp stung as I pleaded,teary,
"Auntie,I work and study all day.No time for anything else!"
She didn't relent,shouting louder.
"You lying little whore!I'll ruin your face!"
Her hand swung with force.
A figure darted in,shielding me,grabbing her arm.
"Stop!"
"In modern society there’s law. You can’t just make things up without evidence."
It was James.
She sneered at us,but he cut her off.
"Ma'am,more slander,and you're heading to jail."
She shut up,grudgingly,then shoved her phone at me.
"Look!See how much Mark transferred to your sister!"
"She said you told her to do it!"
I sighed .
"My fault.I didn't raise her right."
"I don't know why she turned out like this..."
When I said her money stayed with her,Mark's wife glared.
"Useless thing!Can't even control your sister!"
She stormed off.
James rushed up."Did this mess up your interview?"
I'd mentioned it before,and surprisingly he remembered.
Was he here for that?
"It's fine."I pointed to the office.
"Moved to afternoon.Managers are all out now."
I'd thought ahead and rescheduled the interview with HR.
After seeing James off,I focused on the interview.
At home,I met my disheveled sister.
"What's wrong?"
She brushed it off,but thought:"That old hag!Took all my money..."
She'd lost her gains.
But it didn’t matter.
I had a new plan for her.
As she passed my door,I pretended to be on a call,holding my phone.
"You said Mr.Turner's wife had a fight with him at the office?Over what?"
My sister was shocked:"He's married?"
I continued,"They can't have kids?Whoever gives Turner an heir could live large then!"
Her thoughts raced:"A kid?Easy to fake."
As a content creator,her photo-editing skills were sharp.
She calculated the last time she slept with the boss,forging a flawless pregnancy report.
She picked a"lucky"day to visit the company.
She chose well—Mrs.Turner was there too,checking on her husband.
I watched as Mrs.Turner headed to the office,waiting for my sister to walk into the trap.
When the secretary announced a visitor,Mr.Turner tried to dismiss it,but Mrs.Turner stopped him.
"What if it's urgent?Don't make them come her all the way for nothing!"
Then Mrs Turner walked out, seated herself on the lobby sofa,like a client.
My sister,unsuspecting,walked in.
If I'd tipped her off,she could've escaped.
But I wanted her to face the consequences.
When she presented the report,the expression on Mr.Turner's face changed.
He said,businesslike,
"I'll review this plan.Come back later to discuss when I’m not busy."
He wanted her gone.
But she thought:"Wanna sleep with me for free?If you won't listen nicely,don't blame me for making things ugly!"
She confronted him.
"What's that mean?You don't want your kid?"
