The Intern Who Transferred My Money

The intern, Nancy, had set up a deposit transfer on my account. No matter how much I deposited, the balance always reset to fifty dollars.
In my past life, my biggest dream was to buy an apartment near the office. I finally saved the fifty-thousand-dollar down payment, my hands shaking as I handed over my card.
But the agent just looked at me with pity. "Declined. Insufficient funds."
I checked statements, argued with the bank, even filed a police report. Everyone thought I was crazy. Every transaction was there, clear as day, but I hadnt made any of them.
I sobbed to my parents, only to be scolded. "Nora, if you need money, just ask. You dont have to lie," my mom said, sharp with disappointment.
My coworkers smirked at my statements. "Look, Noras spending thousands at The Velvet Rope after midnight. Wonder what kind of escort costs that much?"
I posted my story online anonymously, but was called an attention-seeker. Only one comment offered real advice: watch the people around you.
So I did. Every time Nancy bought somethingeven a coffeea matching charge appeared on my account.
I confronted her. She laughed, called me pathetic, and convinced everyone I was having a breakdown. They had me committed.
After two years of torment, I escaped and jumped into the river.
When I opened my eyes, I was back, the day before I was supposed to buy my apartment.

1
The first thing I did after my rebirth was check my online banking.
Just as I expected: fifty dollars.
My mind raced, piecing it all together. By now, Nancy had already siphoned my life savings into her own account using some dark, digital magic. I wanted to tear her apart, to drag her down with me, but then I remembered the image of my parents from my last life, their hair turned white with grief overnight. I couldn't be reckless. That would just be a repeat of the same tragedy.
Just then, my department manager, Kate, called me into her office.
"Nora, I've got a tough client for you, but the commission is a sweet five grand. Don't say I never look out for you!"
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. Five thousand dollars. That was a month's rent, with plenty left over.
But I shook my head.
"Thanks, Kate. But I'm not taking any new clients for the next month."
I walked out of her office, ignoring her stunned silence. The office walls were thin, and the chatter outside died down as my words carried. Instantly, the whispers started.
Did you hear that? Nora'The Machine'is turning down a commission?
Not just today! She said for the whole month!
I ignored them, pulled out my phone, and opened a delivery app. I ordered the largest iced Americano they had, and with a tap, the last fifty dollars in my account vanished.
In my past life, I wouldn't have even spent four dollars on a sugary latte from the corner cart.
To put down roots in the concrete jungle of Sterling City, I had lived on a knifes edge. I worked until two or three in the morning doing client follow-ups, then woke before dawn to cram myself into a subway car packed like a can of sardines for a two-hour commute, all just to clock in on time.
Fifty dollars docked for being late once. That was almost a week's worth of food.
All I dreamed of was a place of my own near the office, even if it was just a tiny, three-hundred-square-foot studio. Every payday, I'd allow myself a hundred dollars for living expenses. The rest went straight into my savings.
And now, the fifty thousand I had bled for was lining someone else's pocket.
Suddenly, the office door flew open.
"Lunch is on me, everyone!"
It was Nancy, her voice obnoxiously loud. Her face was flushed with excitement, a brand-new Chanel bag swinging from her arm. She looked like she'd just hit the lottery.
"We're going to The Meridian Grand! Order whatever you want!"
The office erupted. Coworkers swarmed her.
"Nancy, did you strike it rich?"
"Who's the sugar daddy?"
I didn't move. I just sipped my coffee, my eyes cold as ice as I watched her. I knew exactly where the money came from. It was mine.
Nancy, basking in the attention, waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, it was nothing. I just bought a lottery ticket the other day and got lucky."
Someone nosy immediately pressed, "How lucky?"

2
Nancy's eyes flickered toward me, a smug smile playing on her lips.
"Not much," she said, trying to sound casual. "Just a couple hundred thousand."
A collective gasp echoed through the office.
A couple hundred thousand dollars. To us, people barely making five figures a month, that was an astronomical sum.
But I noticed something. From the moment she walked in, her gaze kept drifting toward me, like a scientist watching a lab rat, waiting for a reaction. She was checking to see if Id realized my bank account was nothing more than a hollowed-out shell.
I fought back the tidal wave of hatred rising in my chest, swallowing the accusations that were burning my throat. I couldn't spook her. Not yet.
I stood up, forcing a perfectly pleasant smile, tinged with just the right amount of envy.
"Nancy, that's amazing! Congratulations! I hope some of that luck rubs off on me."
Seeing me act so normal, a flicker of surprise crossed her face, followed by a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh of relief. She must have thought I was still blissfully unaware.
Later, just before lunch, Lily from the next cubicle leaned over.
"Hey Nora, didn't you say you were going to look at apartments once you had the down payment? When are you going? I can come with you!"
The mention of the apartment made my fists clench so tightly my nails dug into my palms. I forced them to relax, my expression remaining breezy.
"No rush," I said. "I lost my ID a few days ago, have to wait for a replacement. Besides, with the market dipping, it's better to wait and see, you know?"
As the words left my mouth, I felt that familiar gaze on me again.
It was Nancy. Watching me, a poorly hidden glee dancing in her eyes.
Nancy had only been an intern for two months. She was short, overweight, with a plain face and performance that was always at the bottom of the department's rankings. In our sales division, where looks and numbers were everything, she should have been invisible.
But in my previous life, this was the woman who took my fifty thousand dollars, got full-body liposuction, and had her face completely redone. She transformed into a stunning beauty everyone adored.
And it was her who used my money to buy loyalty, conspiring with those sleazy colleagues to have me committed for being "mentally unstable."
The memory of those two years in the hospital sent a chill down my spine. I took a deep, steadying breath.
At The Meridian Grand, Nancy grandly told everyone to order whatever they wanted. I didn't hold back. I flipped the menu straight to the most expensive pages.
"The King Crab. The largest one you have."
"Lobster Thermidor."
"And this, the Foie Gras."
"I'll have the caviar service as well."
With every dish I ordered, the expressions on my colleagues' faces grew more and more priceless.
Lily tugged at my sleeve, whispering, "Nora, isn't this... a little much?"
I just smiled at her, saying nothing.
How can it be a waste when I'm spending my own money?
Nancy's cheek twitched, but in front of everyone, she had to maintain her generous facade.
"It's fine! Nora is our top salesperson, she's earned it! She needs to eat well to keep up her strength."
Her smile was dazzling.
"We need her to keep bringing in those big numbers for the department!"
Before I could reply, another coworker chimed in.
"Oh, Nancy, you weren't here this morning. Nora already told Kate she's not taking any new clients for the next month."
The air went still.
I slowly wiped my mouth with a napkin and looked up at Nancy.
The smile on her face froze, then cracked.
"What did you say?" she shrieked, her eyes locked on me, her voice sharp and shrill.
"Nora, why would you stop taking clients? What are you trying to pull?"

3
I met Nancys fiery gaze and let a slow smile spread across my face.
"I'm taking a break. Why are you so worked up about it?"
The other colleagues exchanged confused glances, the flames of gossip burning brightly in their eyes.
"Yeah, Nancy," Lily chimed in. "Nora's not worried, so why are you having a meltdown?"
"Seriously," someone else added. "You'd think it was your commission she was giving up."
The chorus of questions was like a bucket of cold water on Nancy's hysteria. The rage on her face vanished, replaced by a mask of deep, dramatic concern.
"I... I'm just worried about Nora!" she declared, her voice rising as if volume equaled sincerity. "You said you were just a few deals away from your down payment! The listings at The Sterling Point Condos are so hard to get. If you stop now, you'll lose so much money! I just feel terrible for you!"
She looked like she was on the verge of tears. It was a masterful performance.
I laughed.
"I'm tired. I need a rest." I nonchalantly picked up a grilled prawn and began to peel it with deliberate slowness. "Besides," I paused, looking up at her with an expression of pure innocence, "didn't you just win the lottery? A couple hundred thousand. If I happen to come up a little short on my down payment... you wouldn't mind helping me out, would you?"
The air froze again.
Every eye in the room swiveled to Nancy.
The color drained from her face, leaving it a sickly white. Her lips trembled, but no words came out.
I popped the prawn into my mouth and added sweetly, "You're so generous, Nancy. I'm sure you would. Right?"
Trapped in the spotlight of everyone's stares, she was being roasted alive. Finally, she managed to squeeze a few words through her clenched teeth.
"Of... of course."
As if terrified I'd actually ask, she quickly added, "But, I mean, it wasn't that much. Just... just some pocket money."
I glanced at the new Celine dress she was wearing, the limited-edition Chanel bag by her side, and the feast on the table that could feed a family for a month.
Right. My fifty thousand dollars was just her pocket money.
I enjoyed every last bite of that meal.
Before we left, I asked the waiter to pack up the untouched King Crab and the rest of the lobster. I heard a few colleagues whispering behind my back.
"Oh my god, she's taking the leftovers? How tacky."
"It's like she's never seen good food before. So embarrassing."
I heard them, but I acted as if I hadn't. I just turned to Nancy with a radiant smile.
"Nancy, it was so good of you to treat us, but I can't let all this amazing food go to waste. I'll take it home to enjoy later. You don't mind, do you?"
Nancy's face was a kaleidoscope of fury and humiliation. But in front of everyone, she could only grit her teeth and nod.
"No... I don't mind."
Back at the office, I placed the takeout containers in the communal fridge with a theatrical flourish, completely ignoring the judgmental stares.
That afternoon, I knocked on the door of the finance department.
"Sarah? I need to request a salary advance for half the month."
Sarah looked up from her screen. "You know the rules, Nora. Needs a manager's signature, and it all gets direct-deposited at the end of the month."
I handed her the request form, already signed by Kate.
"It's been approved."
I leaned in closer. "And I don't want a transfer."
"I want cash."
If money in my account could be stolen by a ghost in the machine, then physical cash should be safe.
An hour later, I was back at my desk, a thick envelope of bills tucked into my purse. It was my base salary and last month's commissionfifteen hundred dollars. I stuffed it into the deepest, most hidden pocket of my bag and zipped it shut.
In my last life, my downfall began with fifty thousand dollars. This life, I would climb my way back up starting with this fifteen hundred.
I hadn't even been sitting for five minutes when it started.
A frantic, uncontrollable twitching in my right eyelid.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Each beat was more violent than the last. An overwhelming sense of dread seized my heart.
My hands flew to my bag. I ripped open the zipper, my fingers scrambling for the hidden pocket
It was empty.
The envelope was there, but the thick stack of cash inside had vanished into thin air.
My blood ran cold. The hair on my arms stood on end.
I never imagined the transfer Nancy was using on me had no limits. Was she trying to cut off every possible lifeline?
I looked across the room at her. A flicker of pure, triumphant joy flashed across her face.
I clenched my fists until my knuckles were white. Good. I already had a plan.

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