They Were Now Turning on Her

The woman with short hair was on the verge of tears, inwardly berating herself for her stupidity.

This could have been easily settled with an apology, but the situation had escalated beyond repair. How was she to mend things now?

“Mr. Adams, we were just letting off some steam; we didn’t actually plan to resign. It was Celia who gathered us to push Katelyn out. She even made us prepare resignation letters, but I didn’t really want to leave.”

As she confessed, others quickly chimed in.

While their initial complaints had been directed at Katelyn, they now turned their attention to Celia.

They noticed Vincent’s mood was changing.

Even if Vincent had sided with them over Katelyn, it would not have been favorable for them in the long run. The most sensible strategy now was to explain their side to Vincent and try to mitigate their losses.

The woman with long hair stepped forward, her face a mix of distress and blame.

She looked at Vincent, her voice shaky.

“Mr. Adams, resigning was not my intention either. Celia was behind it. She threatened us, saying if we didn’t resign, she’d make our time here miserable. She’s always manipulated us; we had no choice but to go along with her demands.”

The agreement among them was clear.

Moments before, they were all set to resign under Celia’s lead, but now they were backtracking. They were no longer willing to endure her manipulation. They quickly pointed fingers at Celia for years of coercion, dumping all the blame onto her.

Suddenly, it seemed as if everyone had become a “good actor.” Filled with complaints and charges, they portrayed themselves as victims in an effort to secure their places within the company.

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Celia stared at them in disbelief, her eyes wide.

“You! You guys…”

She was utterly astounded.

What was going on with these fools? They had resolved to stand together against Katelyn, but why were they all now turning on her?

Vincent calmly set the resignation letter down on the table, his expression grave.

“I was completely unaware of the extent of such office bullying occurring in our design department.”

His tone was even, yet it sent shivers through the room.

Celia, trembling yet defiant, was not ready to give up.

“Mr. Adams, I’ve dedicated many years to this company and have never harassed anyone. I can’t understand why they would make such accusations; perhaps they’re attempting to curry favor with you.”

A sudden realization seemed to dawn on her, stiffening her resolve. “I’m prepared to resign, but I refuse to accept these unfounded accusations.”

Katelyn observed Celia with a contemplative look. This scenario felt strangely familiar, as though she had encountered something similar in a story read by Lisp. Was it possible that these “vanilla girls” worldwide were all following a similar script?

Celia appeared genuinely aggrieved, even beginning to wipe away tears.

Normally portrayed as strong-willed, her tears now seemed unexpectedly sincere.

At that moment, Katelyn, having been quietly watching the events unfold, turned her gaze to the woman with long hair.

“We need concrete evidence here,” she said slowly. “If you’re accusing Celia of bullying, can you prove your claim?”

Celia’s heart sank.

Crap. She had underestimated how difficult Katelyn would be.

It was clear that Celia was orchestrating the narrative, trying to ensure her own removal while securing the others’ stay. The others seemed to grasp Katelyn’s intent.

The woman with long hair, sensing an opportunity to distinguish herself, quickly intervened.

“Mr. Adams, last month I submitted a design that was praised. However, to my astonishment, when it went public, Celia received the credit. You can verify this; the original draft is still on my computer.”

“And I’ve experienced the same,” the woman with short hair chimed in.

“From the start of our tenure here, we’ve all suffered under Celia, with each of us having our creations taken by her!”

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