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Her mom's eyes avoided mine,nodding nervously.Her dad stayed silent.
Anyone could sense that something was off.
Sure enough,the counselor's phone pinged with a confidential file.
It detailed Chloe's parents'jobs and income.
And proof of falsified the forms Chloe filled out for scholarship!
The counselor's face darkened.I knew Mia had succeeded.
"Explain this."
Chloe's parents paled and stammered.
Chloe collapsed onto the ground.
I however, grinned.
Consider this my final graduation gift to you!
Chloe was expelled.
She wasn't some poor kid whose parents scavenged trash.Nor was she a kindhearted class president.
She had threatened a student who truly needed this aid,rigged votes,and snatched the$8000 .
A student who was really poor missed out on this chance to change her life.
Someone exposed how she formed cliques to steal others' works in competition.
Her lackeys revealed she had bullied Mia and me,splurged aid money,and looked down on others.
Her ex-agency leaked her arrogance,how she got too close to the boss,hinting at shady ambitions.
Every sin she had committed was laid bare,it’s now judgment time.
She faced fines from not sticking to her contract,lost her degree,and risked lawsuits.
Her accounts were banned,no comeback possible.
Her reputation was entirely ruined.
Countless girls she'd scammed demanded refunds.Those with skin issues from her fakes realized the truth and cursed her at her door.
Her old bravado was completely gone,she hid all day,too scared to leave the dorm.
Her former allies ditched her,avoiding her like a plague.
On campus,she was a pariah,and now she was the one who got photoshopped.
The bully became the bullied.
One night,she moved away quietly.
No one knew where she went.
The number of my fans increased,and my parents stopped opposing me posting videos.
I say,discretion's fine,but being so low-key that people might trample you is just foolish.
Fans called me"princess";I said we're all friends.
No hierarchy—everyone's equal.
With that settled,Mom happily took me shopping at that building we owned.
I ran into that snarky saleswoman again.
Mom went to check perfumes,leaving me to browse.
The saleswoman remembered me,rolling her eyes once again at the sight of me.
She sized me up and sent a newbie to deal with me.
I stayed calm,politely asking another staffer to help me try on some products.
When Mom arrived,dressed in subtle luxury,clearly wealthy,the saleswoman pounced to serve her.
I walked up,pretending not to know Mom.
"Ma'am,they don't let you try unless you buy.Let's go to Dior next door."
I whisked Mom away,leaving the saleswoman fuming.
I sent a text.
That saleswoman was now only days away from being fired.
I had thought a lesson would teach her what’s professionalism and respect.
But with vile people like Chloe,you have to strike hard,no mercy!
Kindness and retreat only invite worse!
