After My Boss Smear My Reputation, I Got Her Fired

The moment the conference room doors closed, I knew the thirty-million-dollar contract was in the bag.

I had barely snapped my laptop shut when my department manager, Valerie, marched over. She crossed her arms, her eyes raking over me with a sneer dripping in condescension.

Nice battle armor, she mocked. "But honestly, as highly educated women in the corporate world, we really shouldn't be subjecting ourselves to the male gaze."

I paused, genuinely confused, and offered a polite explanation. "I was hosting VIP clients. Dressing professionally is just basic respect, isn't it? Besides, it was the pitch itself that won them over."

She immediately raised her voice, making sure the entire floor could hear. "Respect? The clients were all men, and you are the only woman in the office wearing a fitted dress today. Do you really think your little motives aren't obvious? Stop being such a pick-me and wake up!"

A male colleague tried to diffuse the tension. "Come on, Valerie, that is a bit harsh. Her presentation was completely flawless today..."

She cut him off with a sharp glare. "Of course you men are defending her! This is textbook internalized misogyny. She has been completely conditioned by the patriarchy, and yet she stands there thinking she is just being a dedicated professional!"

"If we women want to be taken seriously in this industry, we have to shed this toxic mindset." She turned her venom back to me. "I suggest you come in bare-faced next time and let your actual skills do the talking. Stop embarrassing the rest of us."

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When you reach a certain level of sheer, unadulterated disbelief, you really cannot help but laugh out loud.

I had put on a little light makeup and worn a perfectly tailored, modest pencil dress, and suddenly I was the poster child for setting women back a century.

"Valerie, I think you need to spend a little less time scrolling through internet buzzwords," I said, my voice cool and even. "You just regurgitate whatever you hear online without actually understanding what the words mean."

"With your binary, black-and-white way of thinking, you are the one who desperately needs some corporate retraining."

Her face instantly mottled into an ugly shade of plum. Clearly, she had never been talked back to by a subordinate in public before.

"Audrey Sinclair! How dare you speak to me like that?!" She slammed her hand on the desk, her manicured finger pointing inches from my nose. "I am your superior! Have you completely forgotten your place?"

I didn't back down an inch. I threw her own logic right back in her face. "My place? Didn't you just say we should let our skills do the talking? I just closed a thirty-million-dollar deal. Mind showing me what your skills have accomplished lately?"

She was a nepotism hire dropped into the manager role out of nowhere. She had absolutely nothing to show for her time here.

Furious and entirely out of arguments, she raised her hand and slapped me hard across the face.

The crack echoed through the silent office. My cheek instantly burned, the sting radiating down my jaw before I could even process what had happened.

Having resorted to violence, she suddenly seemed to find her twisted sense of confidence again. She stood over me, panting heavily as she shrieked.

"Let me tell you something, Audrey! I know you bring in numbers! But every single person in this office knows exactly how you get those numbers!"

"While you are in this building, I am your boss! You will learn some respect! Do not think for a second that just because you use a pretty face to seduce men into signing a few contracts, you can parade around my department acting like you own the place!"

The moment the words left her mouth, a few coworkers who were always deeply jealous of my commission checks swarmed in like vultures, eagerly backing her up.

"Exactly. Who knows what kind of 'skills' she is using behind closed doors. Gutter tactics will never earn real respect."

"Who was she even dressing up for? Valerie was trying to do her a favor by calling her out, and she just threw it in her face."

"Right? The rest of us make a living on actual talent, not by throwing ourselves at clients. You should be thanking her, Audrey."

I pressed a hand to my burning cheek. A hot, suffocating rage clawed up my throat, and I was about to tear into all of them, consequences be damned.

Suddenly, Director Collins grabbed my arm, his grip tight.

"Alright, alright, that is enough. Audrey, just let it go for now. You worked hard today. Come on, let's grab some lunch and cool off." He practically dragged me toward the elevators, lowering his voice to a frantic whisper.

"Why are you going head-to-head with her? She is Richard Harrington's only daughter! We are just employees here, Audrey. We cannot afford to piss off the CEO's kid!"

Richard Harrington's daughter?

That was funny. When exactly did my father have another daughter without telling me?

Before I could voice my amusement, Director Collins had already dragged me into the employee cafeteria.

He spent the next ten minutes nervously lecturing me about keeping my head down and surviving corporate politics, while I pushed my salad around my plate, entirely devoid of an appetite.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed violently against the table. The company's massive group chat was blowing up, notifications rolling in like a slot machine.

I unlocked the screen. The most recent messages were photos and voice notes sent by Valerie.

She had gone into my cubicle the second I left.

The photos were entirely of my private belongings hidden in my desk drawers. A pair of spare pantyhose I had meant to take home to wash, a pair of emergency stilettos I kept under my desk, my favorite lipstick, and a bottle of expensive perfume.

Right below the photos was a voice note. I pressed play, and Valerie's sickly sweet, theatrical voice poured out of my speaker.

"Attention everyone! From now on, our department is officially cracking down on toxic workplace culture! We will absolutely not tolerate anyone selling their bodies or playing into the male gaze! Things like lipstick, perfume, and sheer pantyhose are hereby banned from this office!"

"Now, I just confiscated some filthy contraband from a certain coworker's desk. In the spirit of recycling, I am hosting a little auction right here in the chat!"

"Does anyone want to bid on our resident 'Project Goddess's' personal items? Highest bidder takes all!"

My stomach violently turned over. Pure disgust hit me so hard I thought I was going to throw up my lunch.

To make it infinitely worse, a few of the creepier guys from the IT and sales departments were actually responding in the chat, dropping dollar amounts and bidding on my things.

I cursed under my breath, shoved my chair back, and sprinted all the way back to the department floor.

When I reached my desk, the scene waiting for me made my blood boil over.

Valerie hadn't just raided my drawers. She was currently sitting in my chair, swiping aggressively through my personal, password-protected laptop.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?!" I lunged forward and slammed the laptop shut, nearly catching her fingers in the keyboard. "That is my personal computer! You have absolutely no right to touch it!"

Valerie jumped, startled by my sudden appearance, but immediately recovered, tilting her chin up with sickening entitlement.

"What am I doing? A routine inspection! You bring this device into my office, so I have every right to make sure you aren't stealing company secrets. Or, you know, maybe you were trading insider info with that client earlier today? After all, with women like you... well, who knows what you are capable of?"

I was trembling with rage. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the edge of my laptop, opening my mouth to rip her to shreds.

Before I could speak, a guy from accounting with thick glasses and a sleazy smile sidled up to the desk.

"Hey, Valerie, I just sent the Venmo. I am here for the pantyhose."

Valerie gave him a knowing smirk, pulled my sheer tights out of my drawer, and handed them right over to him.

"You look like such a quiet guy, who knew you were into this kind of trash? Take them. Just make sure the payment clears."

"Valerie Harrington!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the open floor plan. "You have no right to sell my property! I am not selling anything!"

"No right? I have every right! This pathetic, male-gaze garbage does not belong in my office! I am purifying our workplace environment!"

The audacity was blinding. I fired back, making sure my voice carried. "Basic grooming and professional attire are standard corporate etiquette! Because I wear a fitted dress and want to look nice, suddenly I am catering to men? By your insane logic, should I be wearing thermal sweatpants under a skirt just to prove I am a decent woman?!"

My voice was loud enough to draw a crowd. The coworkers who had been quietly watching the drama unfold started whispering among themselves.

A few people couldn't suppress a snicker, clearly realizing just how unhinged Valerie's crusade was actually becoming.

Her face burned under the shifting attention. Her eyes darkened with absolute malice.

"Are you psychotic, Audrey?! Watch your mouth, or I promise I will make sure you never work in this industry again!"

I was done entertaining her delusions.

"Move. I have actual work to do." I kept my face like stone, reaching out to pack away my laptop.

Instead of moving, she slammed her hands down hard on the lid of my laptop, stopping me from taking it. With her other hand, she quickly snatched my phone off the desk, using my face to unlock it before I could react, and pulled up my messages.

"Work? You mean messaging various CEO's and offering your 'deep, personal' services?" Her voice was shrill, projecting to the entire room.

"Here, let me read a little excerpt so we can all learn from our top performer!"

She cleared her throat, putting on a sickeningly breathy, mocking tone.

"'Mr. Sterling, thank you so much for everything today. I would love to treat you to dinner sometime soon!' Wow, look at that! A blatant, shameless invitation! Tell me, Audrey, did you not know Mr. Sterling is a married man? His wife is notoriously vicious, and you are throwing yourself at him? You really have no shame, do you?"

I was honestly amazed by her stupidity. "It is a standard business pleasantry after closing a deal. How else am I supposed to phrase it?"

"Pleasantries? Then explain this!" She tapped on a different chat. The contact name was saved as Papa Sinclair.

The messages in that thread were obviously casual. It was me complaining about how exhausting work was, and the other person gently reminding me to eat on time. It was deeply affectionate.

"Oh, wow! Look how intimate you are with this 'Papa Sinclair' character! You are literally whining to him like a spoiled brat!"

"Calling him Daddy? That is disgusting! Is this your twisted little kink? Which filthy rich old man is keeping you on his payroll, Audrey? No wonder you keep landing massive accounts. I bet your little sugar daddy is pulling all the strings behind the scenes!"

I stared at her face, completely twisted with jealousy and spite, and the cold smirk on my lips only grew wider.

What an absolute idiot. She couldn't even recognize my father's profile picture or the way he texted, yet she was parading around pretending to be his daughter?

When I graduated college, my dad and I made a bet. I promised I would join the company undercover, without using his name, and secure one hundred million dollars in contracts purely on my own merit. If I did, I would immediately take over as the General Manager.

I was literally one day away from crossing the finish line, only to be publicly degraded by this clown pretending to be the heiress to the empire.

Alright, 'sister', I thought. If you want to play pretend, I will play along. Let's see how much longer you can enjoy the spotlight.

Seeing that she had absolutely no intention of getting out of my chair, and was instead scrolling deeper into my private messages looking for more ammunition, my patience snapped completely.

I turned on my heel, marched straight into her private glass office, grabbed her unlocked MacBook from her desk, and walked right back out.

"What are you doing?! Put my laptop down!" she shrieked, genuine panic lacing her voice.

I ignored her completely, my fingers swiping rapidly across her trackpad.

I had heard the nasty little rumors floating around the water cooler about Valerie's late-night extracurricular activities in the office. Everyone knew, but because of her title, no one dared to say a word.

I found a hidden folder on her desktop and double-clicked the video file inside.

A second later, the unmistakable, explicit sounds of heavy panting and moaning blasted at maximum volume from her laptop speakers.

"Holy shit... is that Valerie's voice?"

"Wow, she really gets wild... she filmed herself hooking up right here in the office?"

The crowd of coworkers instantly erupted into chaos. Shocked gasps and loud whispers filled the room.

All the blood drained from Valerie's face. She lunged at me, practically tackling me to snatch the laptop away and slam it shut. She was shaking violently, pointing a trembling finger at my face.

"Audrey Sinclair! Stop trying to frame me! I am completely innocent! You definitely snuck that filthy file onto my computer just now to ruin my reputation!"

"For all we know, you are the star of that video! We all know there is nothing you won't do to close a deal!"

But the damage was done. The way the staff was looking at her now was dripping with suspicion and disgust.

Realizing she was losing control, she straightened her spine and loudly played her ultimate trump card.

"I didn't want to have to reveal this to everyone, but I am the CEO's daughter! I came into this company undercover specifically to clean up the toxic culture my father hates! Employees like Audrey, who sleep their way to the top and maliciously slander their superiors, are exactly the kind of trash I am here to take out!"

She glared at the crowd, her threat crystal clear. "Anyone standing here laughing at me right now better think long and hard about whether they still want a paycheck from my father's company tomorrow!"

Her little display of power worked instantly.

The coworkers who had just been snickering at her suddenly went dead silent, their faces draining of color.

A few of the women who had always hated my success were the first to jump back onto her sinking ship.

"That is so vicious! Audrey is dirty herself, so she tries to drag our manager down with her!"

"Exactly! Trying to ruin another woman's reputation with a fake video is pure evil!"

"And she calls herself a professional? She just hates women! She wants us all to be desperate for male validation like she is! She is the ultimate pick-me!"

I didn't even bother looking back at the flock of pathetic kiss-asses buzzing around her.

I packed up my personal laptop, grabbed the printed contracts, and walked out the door to go finalize my thirty-million-dollar deal.

The meeting went incredibly smooth. As we signed the final page, the client's representative offered me a sympathetic smile.

"Miss Sinclair, we have heard some of the nasty rumors floating around your office. But let me assure you, your expertise and the brilliant strategy you pitched speak entirely for themselves. It is a pleasure doing business with you."

On my drive back to the office, I pulled out my phone and called my dad.

"Hey Dad. Mission accomplished. I officially crossed the hundred-million mark today. Time for you to keep your end of the bet and start the handover, right?"

His booming, proud laugh echoed through the car speakers. "Hahaha! That's my girl! A promise is a promise. I am getting the paperwork ready now!"

I paused for a second, then casually threw a curveball. "Hey Dad... you never stepped out on Mom, did you?"

My dad's voice instantly shot up an octave, dripping with pure survival instinct.

"What?! Absolutely not! I swear on my life, your mother is the only woman I have ever loved! Who the hell is filling your head with that garbage?"

"Nothing, just checking." I hung up the phone, a frigid smile pulling at the corners of my mouth.

The second I stepped off the elevator and back onto my department floor, I could hear Valerie holding court, surrounded by her loyal subjects.

"The executive board is holding a leadership transition meeting in a few days. I am pretty sure they are going to announce my promotion to General Manager," she said, coyly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Do not worry, I remember exactly who stood by me today. There will be plenty of perks for all of you once I am in charge."

The flattery rolled in like a tidal wave.

"You are amazing, Valerie! This is what it looks like when a strong woman rises on her own merit, without needing a man!"

"Exactly! So much better than certain people who have to use the casting couch to get ahead!"

"We will follow you anywhere, Valerie!"

She caught me walking past and shot me a triumphant, mocking glare.

"What is wrong, Audrey? Jealous? Girls who rely on men will never, ever reach the top floor."

I ignored her completely, walking to my desk to focus on polishing my final executive report.

Keep dancing, I thought. The higher you climb, the harder the concrete is going to feel when you hit it.

Over the next few days, the office turned into a minefield of petty sabotage.

My morning coffee suddenly tasted like dirty dishwater. Dead cockroaches mysteriously appeared on my keyboard. Important printed documents vanished into thin air.

I didn't waste energy fighting invisible ghosts. I simply packed my laptop and worked out of the coffee shop downstairs.

Soon enough, the day of the executive board meeting arrived.

I chose a razor-sharp, immaculate designer suit. My makeup was flawless, my heels clicked with authority, and I walked into the lobby radiating absolute control.

I barely made it past the security gates before Valerie stepped into my path.

She looked me up and down, a flash of pure envy in her eyes before she forced her face into a scowl.

"Audrey! How many times do I have to tell you?! You are forbidden from dressing like a cheap escort in this building! Who exactly are you trying to seduce today?"

I looked at her. She was wearing a highly extravagant, incredibly expensive dress that practically screamed for attention. I smiled coldly. "Manager Harrington, you seem pretty dressed up yourself today."

She lifted her chin, practically suffocating on her own superiority complex.

"Me? I am entirely bare-faced! I am all natural. Unlike some people who have to spackle on chemicals to hide how ugly they are on the inside!"

I laughed. Without a moment of hesitation, I unzipped my tote bag, pulled out a small travel bottle of micellar cleansing water, popped the cap, and splashed it directly into her face.

Valerie let out a bloodcurdling shriek.

The liquid cascaded down her cheeks, instantly melting her meticulous eyeliner and thick mascara into black rivers. Her heavy foundation washed away in patches, leaving her face a blotchy, disastrous mess resembling a ruined oil painting.

"Bare-faced, huh? Then what exactly is melting off your chin right now?"

"Audrey Sinclair! I am going to kill you!" she screamed, her body trembling with absolute fury as she lunged forward, claws out, aiming for my face.

Director Collins materialized out of nowhere and grabbed her arms, pulling her back. "Valerie! Stop! The board meeting is starting in ten minutes! Go to the bathroom and fix your face, right now!"

She let herself be dragged away, throwing a look of pure, homicidal hatred over her shoulder that could have burned a hole through my chest.

I calmly adjusted my lapels and stepped into the private elevator, taking it to the top floor executive suites.

As I approached the grand mahogany doors of the main boardroom, a receptionist stepped in front of me with a tight, practiced smile.

"I apologize, Miss Sinclair. Today's executive transition meeting is strictly by invitation only. Your name is not on the clearance list, so I cannot let you inside."

Valerie, having scrubbed the worst of the disaster off her face, arrived down the hall with her little entourage just in time to hear it. She immediately started gloating.

"Well, well. Look who had the nerve to show up."

"You really don't know when to quit, do you? Did you actually think they would let trash like you into the boardroom?"

I looked at the receptionist, a calm, amused smile playing on my lips. "Why don't you make a quick phone call upstairs and double-check that list?"

The receptionist's smile faltered into annoyance. She clearly thought I was just being difficult.

With a dramatic sigh, she picked up the internal phone on her podium and murmured a question to the executive secretary inside.

A few seconds later, the color completely drained from her face. She slammed the phone down, practically jogged out from behind the podium, and bowed to me at a perfect ninety-degree angle, her voice shaking violently.

"Miss Sinclair! I am so sorry, please go right in! Your seat is at the absolute head of the table. Let me escort you!"