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Days later,she posted a video online portraying her fabricated version of me.
Claire forwarded me the link.
In it,Sophie was dressed in her old,tattered clothes,eyes red,voice choked,as if she’d suffered unimaginable wrongs.
She lamented her move from a rural town to the city,accusing me of humiliating her with money.
“Hi,everyone.I didn’t want to post this video.”
“But my roommates have gone too far.They used to mock my‘poor smell,’drag me to the bathroom,and douse me in cold water.”
“They flaunted their wealth,boasted about guys chasing them,and laughed at me for having no suitors.”
“When I got a boyfriend,instead of being happy for me,they tried to break up our relationship to steal him.”
“Thankfully,my boyfriend loves no one but me.”
“He’s been by my side,helping me heal.”
“But I can’t stand it anymore.My roommate doesn’t just bully me—she leads countless guys on,even underage high schoolers.”
“She made a teen spend $10 million just for a meal!”
“My worldview has been shattered.”
“I’m sharing this video without disclosing her identity,hoping she’ll change after seeing it.”
Sophie’s emotional delivery,paired with her pitiful rural-girl persona,made the video go viral.
Within two days,views and likes skyrocketed.
Her account included old clips of her farming in high school,fueling sympathy.
Netizens were outraged.
[Poor rural girl makes it to college,only to be bullied by a roommate who is a gold-digger!]
[She even fought with her over a guy!]
They pitied Sophie,unleashing waves of vitriol against me.
[How disgusting
[So sad.Being bullied must feel awful.]
[Can’t imagine the courage it took to post this.Support!]
[Anyone know identity of this gold-digger’s identity?Paying for info.]
As the frenzy intensified,my identity was doxxed.
The internet launched a full-scale attack.
People called to curse my family.
Texts branded me a“top-tier gold-digger”who“fished for $10 million.”
Some sent me photos of maimed cats and other gruesome animals.
Rumors spiraled out of control.
Claire texted,worried, asking if I was okay?
I replied,"I am fine.”
Not to comfort her—I truly meant it.
I was occupied.
I was busy screenshotting the worst offenders’comments.
Did they think spewing hate online made them untouchable?
Did they think the Harper Group’s public relation team was a joke?
I also saved Sophie’s video and deceptive posts.
Once I had gathered enough,I sent everything to our PR head.
Then I waited patiently.
