Part 2The Prank That Backfired

My colleagues looked at her with admiration. "Jenny, you're such a team player. Unlike some people who only think about themselves."

I was trembling with rage. "Jenny, this isn't the first time you've pulled a prank on me!"

Ever since Jenny joined the company, I started making embarrassing mistakes constantly.

Once, I walked out of the restroom, and everyone burst out laughing.

"Sarah, pads go inside your underwear, why is yours stuck to your butt?"

"So gross, are you trying to show off your heavy flow?"

Shocked, I reached behind me and felt a bloody pad stuck to my pants.

I was instantly nauseous.

I wasn't on my period that day. That pad wasn't mine.

And the trash can in my stall was empty. It couldn't have stuck to me by accident.

In the restroom, I had brushed past Jenny.

Did she stick it on me on purpose? But how could anyone be that evil?

A few days later, during a presentation, my PowerPoint opened to play Japanese adult videos.

The boss's face turned black on the spot. The decision to promote me to manager was shelved.

My USB drive was plugged into the conference room computer ahead of time. Someone had clearly swapped it.

The person responsible for setting up the room was Jenny. No one else went in before the meeting.

But there were no cameras in the conference room.

With no evidence, I could only tentatively ask her if she touched my drive, if she made a mistake.

Jenny burst into tears, wailing, "Sarah, I know you're embarrassed, but you can't blame me!"

"If you didn't download those dirty movies, you wouldn't have humiliated yourself."

"It's your own problem, why blame me..."

She cried so hard she almost hyperventilated. Colleagues rushed over.

"Sarah, why are you bullying the new girl? Just because you embarrassed yourself doesn't mean you can lash out."

"You think this girl put porn on your drive? That's hilarious."

Everyone surrounded Jenny, wiping her tears and comforting her.

I clearly saw the corner of her mouth lift in a smile.

But without proof, I had to let it go.

The next day, I stood up from my desk to get water and felt my shoe sticking to the floor. I could barely lift my leg.

Jenny watched me walk and snickered.

"Um, look at Sarah's legs. She looks exhausted."

"Doesn't it look like... like she got wrecked last night?"

Everyone laughed.

"Makes sense. With all those videos on her drive, she must be horny."

"Sarah, aren't you single? Do you have a 'friend' for that?"

"That friend must be good. Look, she can barely walk. How many rounds?"

Jenny batted her 'innocent' eyes. "Huh? Sarah doesn't have a boyfriend?"

"Sarah, you have to be careful. Don't hook up randomly, you'll get diseases."

"It's fine if it's just something treatable, but if you get HIV or something, we're all in danger."

I looked at her coldly, lifted my foot, and peeled off a strip of super glue tape.

So, this tape was what made it hard to walk.

My colleagues shut up. Jenny said innocently, "Sarah, everyone's just joking. Don't take it seriously."