Client Five Mins Late She Fired, I Counted Down To Boyfriend’S Bankruptcy Novel – My boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart always thought she was above everyone else. She loved to brag about how much she despised “office politics” and flattery. Her favorite line was, “We’re all human beings.
Why should anyone have to bow and scrape? Clients, bosses—don’t expect me to kiss up to anyone.” At business dinners, when clients raised a toast, she refused to drink. When they offered her food, she waved it off without even looking. Seeing the client’s face turn cold, I had no choice but to send her out of the private room and drink with them myself. It took three bottles of whiskey to smooth things over and close the deal.
Later, she cried to my boyfriend. “I just can’t stand how disgusting those drinking parties are,” she said. “Do you know how many people die from alcohol every year?” Ryan Cooper, my boyfriend, held her tight, comforting her like a wounded dove—and then demanded that I give her the credit for the deal I’d secured. When I refused, Crystal Monroe—that childhood sweetheart—stormed out into traffic and was hit by a car.
Ryan went back to work the next day as if nothing had happened. But at the company’s celebration dinner, he tied me to a chair and forced ten bottles of bourbon down my throat. “If you’d given her the credit,” he shouted, “she wouldn’t be dead!” “You can drink, can’t you? Then drink your fill!” In the end, I died of alcohol poisoning and internal bleeding. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day we were about to meet the investors together.
This time, I would watch them destroy themselves with their own arrogance. *** “I’ll never understand why we can’t just have business meetings at the office,” Crystal complained. “Why do we have to wine and dine investors? Who even came up with this ridiculous custom?” “Relax, Crystal,” Ryan said smoothly. “Vivian and I can handle the talking.
You just sit back and look pretty.” Hearing their familiar voices, I froze—and then realization struck me like lightning. I had been reborn. In my previous life, this was the day the company CEO sent the three of us to negotiate a major partnership. At that dinner, Crystal had acted the same way she always did—aloof, self-righteous, and completely oblivious to the mood in the room.
Afraid she’d ruin the deal, I’d kicked her out of the private room and apologized to the investors until they agreed to sign. But she’d thought I was targeting her, afraid I might steal her glory. Ryan had taken her side and insisted I hand over the credit so she could get her promotion and bonus.
I refused to let my hard work become someone else’s stepping stone. Humiliated, Crystal ran out into Main Street and straight into a speeding car.