Part 3Reborn After Betrayal，I Sent My Toxic Boss to Prison

He had lost a lot of weight since last year, his cheeks sunken, but his eyes were sharper than ever.

"Chloe, you've got guts," he said without preamble, pushing a cup of cold Americano toward me. "Tiffany basically runs that company now. You really think you can take her down?"

Without answering, I pulled out my phone, pulled up the recording from the gala, and hit play.

"Whatever I say next stays strictly between us…"

As the audio ended, Marcus's pupils narrowed slightly.

"This is..." He looked up at me. "She's tricking employees into waiving their severance rights?"

"It's worse than that." I flipped open my laptop and brought up a spreadsheet I had spent the past week piecing together.

"Here's how her 'Talent Pool' scam works: Once an employee signs this voluntary waiver, the company doesn't fire them immediately. Instead, they reassign them to dead-end roles with impossible KPIs, then place them on a Performance Improvement Plan to force them to quit."

"If they refuse to quit, the company fires them on trumped-up charges of 'failing performance metrics' or 'gross misconduct.' And because of this signed waiver, they can't even win an arbitration hearing."

I clicked to the second tab.

"Over the past year, Tiffany used this exact playbook to push out forty-seven employees. Thirty-one of them walked away without a single cent in severance."

Marcus stared at the screen, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Where did you get these numbers?"

"A friend in HR," I lied smoothly.

There was no friend. In my previous life, I had spent two grueling years tracking down those laid-off coworkers one by one to assemble this data.

"Marcus, I know you have the real dirt," I said, locking eyes with him. "You still have the backup records of Tiffany’s transactions with those third-party staffing agencies, don't you?"

Marcus went silent for a long time.

The café clock struck midnight.

Slowly, he pulled a flash drive from his bag and slid it across the table to me.

"Everything's on here. Over the past three years, she embezzled twenty-three million dollars from the company using fake vendor contracts and fraudulent invoices."

He stood up and pulled on his coat.

"Chloe, watch your back. That woman is completely unhinged when cornered."

I looked down at the flash drive and whispered, "Thank you, Marcus."

He paused at the glass door.

"Don't thank me. I’ve just been waiting a long time for someone brave enough to drive the dagger into her heart."

The next morning, when I walked into the office, Jason was already sitting at his desk.

Despite heavy dark circles under his eyes, he was buzzing with nervous energy.

"Chloe! Come on, let's go! Tiffany just messaged us to head to her office and sign."

Sabrina popped her head over the cubicle wall, sporting immaculate makeup and a sweet smile.

"Chloe, let's go together!"

The three of us marched into Tiffany's corner office.

It was massive, boasting panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline.

Tiffany sat behind her mahogany executive desk, three printed contracts laid out neatly before her.

"You're all here? Have a seat."

She gestured toward the chairs opposite her.

"Review the agreements first. If you have any questions, ask them now."

I picked up the "High-Potential Talent Pool Agreement" and flipped straight to page three.

There it was:

"The employee hereby voluntarily enrolls in the Group High-Potential Talent Pool and voluntarily waives all claims to economic compensation, severance pay, annual bonuses, or any other forms of exit compensation during and after employment."

"The employee confirms that this decision represents their true intent, executed without coercion, fraud, or duress."

Jason didn't even look. He flipped straight to the signature page, uncapped his pen, and prepared to sign.

"Jason, aren't you going to read the terms?" I asked softly.