My Glitched Intern Stole My Multi-Million Contract, So I Handed Her My Death Sentence

My intern, Chloe, used a cheat called [Success Transfer] on me. No matter how many multi-million-dollar deals I closed, the moment twenty-four hours passed, her name would magically appear on the contract.

Even the clients' memories of me would be glitched and rewritten with her face.

In my past life, to win the Top Sales award, I worked day and night to land Mr. Vancethe notorious real estate tycoon whom everyone called "The Dream Killer."

I worked myself to the bone and finally got his signature.

But at the victory banquet the next day, the person surrounded by flowers and applause was Chloe.

I demanded answers. I made a scene. But everyone just looked at me like I was a crazy, jealous senior employee trying to bully a rookie.

Because there it was, in black and white on the contract: *Chloe*.

Even Mr. Vance himself pointed at my face and sneered, "Who the hell are you? Ive never seen you before! The woman who drank with me and signed the deal was Miss Chloe!"

I cried and begged security to pull up the CCTV footage. But in the video, the woman sitting across from Vancethough wearing my exact clotheshad Chloe's face.

In despair, I went to my manager, Marcus, to appeal. Instead, he humiliated me in front of the entire office.

"Elena, if your sales numbers suck, go practice. What kind of person tries to steal credit from an intern?" Marcus scoffed. "And now you're making up this insane sci-fi story? Are you that desperate for money?"

I posted my story online, but netizens doxed me, calling me a toxic coworker and a bitter, incompetent older woman.

Only I knew the truth. My body still bore the cigarette burns I got while blocking drinks for that client.

But the next morning, even those scars vanished from my skin. They had transferred to Chloes arm.

Wearing those scars like a badge of honor, she became the company's heroic, dedicated star.

Meanwhile, I was fired for "mental instability." That very night, in the pouring rain, I was struck and killed by an out-of-control truck.

I never expected to open my eyes again. But I did.

I was back to the morning after I had signed the fifty-million-dollar deal.

There were only five minutes left before my success was transferred.

Back in the past, I stared intensely at the digital clock on my phone.

08:59 AM

If my memory was correct, that fifty-million-dollar contractthe legendary deal of the yearwould officially become Chloe's property at exactly nine o'clock.

The suffocating despair of my past life rushed over me, but I quickly forced it down.

Since this bizarre [Success Transfer] could even transfer physical injuries...

I was going to give Chloe a "gift" she would never forget.

Honestly, I wanted to expose her right then and there. But my brutal death in my past life had taught me a lesson: in a world where the rules of reality could be glitched, no one would believe me.

Right then, my phone buzzed. A company-wide WhatsApp notification popped up.

*Congratulations to our sales intern, Chloe, for successfully closing the $50 million deal for 'Dragons Bay Luxury Condos'! A new company record!*

I glanced at the clock. The digits flicked to 09:00 AM.

Almost instantly, cheers erupted across the open-plan office.

"Oh my god! Chloe, you are literally a goddess!"

"The Rookie Queen! Fifty million dollars!"

At that exact second, I felt a sharp, brief pull in my mind, as if some vital memory was being forcibly yanked out of my brain.

Then, the physical contract sitting on my desk vanished into thin air.

A few yards away, Chloe was surrounded by a worshipful crowd, holding the very contract I had nearly died to get yesterday.

Her face was flushed with excitement as she played the shy, modest girl. "Oh, stop it, guys! It was just luck. Mr. Vance was super sweet. Hes not as tough as everyone says."

A bitter taste rose in my throat.

*Vance was sweet?*

That old creep had forced me to down three bottles of hard liquor last night while trying to slide his hand up my thigh. If I hadn't fought tooth and nail to keep him at bay, he would have devoured me alive!

Just then, our manager, Marcus, pushed open his office door, his face stretched into a massive, greedy grin.

"Chloe! Brilliant job! Your commission on this is a cool one million! The company has decided to bypass protocol and promote you to Sales Supervisor immediately!"

Then, his cold, sneering gaze drifted over to my corner.

"Elena, look at her and take some notes! Youve been here for three years and haven't closed a single decent deal." Marcus rolled his eyes. "All you do is occupy space and wait for a paycheck. Look at the drive this rookie has!"

I looked up, meeting Marcus's condescending eyes.

A one-million-dollar commission. The supervisor position.

All of that was supposed to be mine.

But I only offered a mild, quiet smile.

"You're right, Marcus. Since Chloe has so much drive, maybe she should take a crack at the remaining account on our list?"

Marcus blinked, looking at me like I had lost my mind.

The surrounding coworkers went dead silent. Their expressions turned weird.

*Is Elena talking about 'The Darkroom Lounge' account?*

*That account is a death sentence! I heard the client is a literal mobster!*

*Shes obviously jealous of Chloe. She wants to use a trash account to spite her.*

Ignoring the whispers, I reached onto my desk and picked up a dusty, neglected folder.

It was the company's biggest toxic asseta bad debt project that was completely unrecoverable. Anyone we sent there usually got beaten up.

The client was a real-life gangster named Jax, widely known as "The Dragon."

In my past life, the company had sent three male sales reps. All three were carried out with broken legs. I had thought about taking it on back then to prove myself, but ultimately backed out.

But in this life? Now that I knew my successand my injurieswould be transferred...

What if it was a "criminal success"?

What if it was a "fatal injury"?

Suddenly, Chloe's sweet, mocking voice broke the silence.

"Elena, I know you're under a lot of pressure to meet your quota." She sighed dramatically. "But you shouldn't embarrass yourself with an impossible account like that. If you're really that desperate, I can share a tiny bit of my commission with you. Consider it charity."

A wave of snickers went through the office.

"Chloe is way too nice!"

"Elena, you better say thank you! Cling to her coat-tails and maybe you won't get fired!"

I didnt blink. I just stared at Chloe's fake, pretty face.

Enjoy your spotlight, sweetie. Because the higher you climb today, the harder youll splat tomorrow.

I slammed the "Darkroom Lounge" file onto my desk.

"No, thank you." I looked directly at Marcus and Chloe. "Since Chloe doesn't want it, I'll take it."

"In fact, lets make a wager."

"If I don't close this deal, I'll pack my bags and resign immediately."

"But if I do..." I paused, letting my gaze linger on them. "I run the sales department from now on."

The entire office erupted.

Marcus stared at me like I was a brain-dead idiot, then burst into a mocking laugh.

"Elena, you said it, not me. If you want to go beg for a beatdown, I won't stop you."

Chloe tried to look shocked, but a spark of pure greed flashed in her eyes.

"Elena, Jax 'The Dragon' is dangerous. Don't do something reckless," she said, feigning worry. "If you end up in the ICU and can't pay your medical bills, it won't be worth it..."

Oh, I knew exactly what she was thinking. If I actually pulled this off, the "Success Transfer" would kick in after 24 hours, and all the glory would belong to her anyway. It would probably catapult her straight to the executive suite.

I smiled at her hidden excitement, grabbed my purse, and walked out of the office. I hailed a cab straight to "The Darkroom Lounge" on the edge of the city.

On the way, I pulled a box cutter out of my bag and bought a bottle of cheap, high-proof whiskey from a liquor store.

This time, I was going all in.

According to my past life's memories, Jax was an extremely superstitious mob boss. More importantly, he was currently deeply entangled in a massive federal money-laundering investigation and was desperately looking for a fall guy.

This was exactly what I needed.

At the entrance of the lounge, several heavily tattooed bouncers blocked my path.

"The hell do you want, girl? Looking for trouble?"

Expressionless, I popped the cap off the whiskey bottle and chugged a massive gulp. The burning liquid scorched my throat, making my eyes water.

But I didn't stop. I needed to get myself into a state of visible, wild desperation.

"Tell Jax," I screamed, smashing the half-empty bottle onto the pavement, "I have a way to clean his money!"

The bouncers froze. Clearly, they hadn't seen many women this unhinged.

A few minutes later, I was dragged into a smoke-filled VIP lounge.

Sitting in the center was a massive, scarred man with a fierce black dragon tattooed across his neck. Jax.

He squinted at me, casually flipping a switchblade in his hand.

"Clean my money? You?"

Suppresing the urge to vomit, I forced myself to stand tall.

"Im a sales representative from Shanga Real Estate. We can draft a double-sided laundering agreement. On paper, you're buying luxury properties. In reality, we can inflate the renovation and maintenance costs to make your cash legally clean."

Jax's eyes lit up.

But gangsters are naturally paranoid. He snapped the switchblade open and pointed it at my throat.

"Why should I trust you? How do I know you're not a fed?"

This was the climax.

I took a deep breath, stepped forward, and held out my right hand, palm up.

"If you don't trust me, leave a mark. The old-school way. Once blood is drawn, the pact is sealed."

Jax stared at me, then erupted into a booming laugh.

"Damn! You've got guts! I love crazy women!"

He grabbed my hand. The cold blade sliced ruthlessly into my palm.

Blinding pain shot up my arm. But I bit my lip and didn't make a sound.

Blood dripped onto the glass table. Jax used the tip of his blade to carve a crude, tiny "Dragon" symbol directly into my flesh.

It was his personal mark. The brand he put on all his scapegoats.

"Wheres the contract? Give it to me!"

With a trembling hand, I pulled the prepared documents from my bag.

It wasn't a standard property purchase contract. It was a dirty money-laundering agreement containing a clause that read: *The signee voluntarily assumes all legal liabilities.*

And most importantly, under the signature line...

I didnt write my name.

Instead, I pressed my bleeding palm directly onto the paper, leaving a thick, scarlet handprint.

Jax didnt bother reading the fine print. He signed his name and stamped it with his seal.

"Now get out! Have the paperwork processed by tomorrow!"

Clutching my bleeding hand, I walked out of the lounge.

It was 3:00 PM.

I had exactly twenty-four hours before the transfer.

I didnt go to the hospital. I just wrapped my hand loosely with some gauze. This wound had to stay fresh.

When I got home, I turned off my phone and unplugged my router. Even though the pain made me break out in a cold sweat, I just curled up on my couch, staring at the ticking wall clock.

These twenty-four hours were pure torture for me.

But for Chloe, they were a victory lap.

The next morning, carrying the blood-stained contract, I walked into the office.

Chloe was standing by the reception desk, showing off a brand-new Herms bag to a group of kissing-up coworkers.

"Oh, please, Mr. Vance insisted! I told him no, but he wouldn't take no for an answer."

Seeing me enter, she dramatically covered her nose.

"Yikes, Elena. What is that smell? Alcohol and blood? Disgusting." She smirked. "So, how did the deal go? Did you get thrown out on your butt?"

Everyone gathered around, waiting for a show.

Ignoring her, I marched straight into Marcus's office.

"It's signed."

I tossed the sealed envelope onto his desk.

Marcus, who was sipping coffee, spat it out all over his keyboard.

"Signed?! No way!"

He ripped open the envelope. When he saw the official red seal of Jax's front company, his eyes practically popped out of his skull.

"Its real... and it's a cash buy?! Fifty million in cash?!"

Because the office door was wide open, Marcus's shout echoed through the entire floor.

Chloes face went pale. She burst into the room and snatched the contract.

"This is impossible! How could Jax sign this?! Elena, did you forge his signature?!"

Looking at her distorted, ugly expression, my lips curled into a dark smile.

"Why don't you have legal verify it then?" I whispered. "But why are you so worked up, Chloe? Don't tell me... you want this contract too?"

Chloes eyes flickered. I had hit the bullseye.

A fifty-million-dollar cash deal meant her commission would double. She stared at the paper, her greed practically oozing out.

But I knew she was just waiting for the 24-hour mark to hit. Once the time was up, the contract and all the credit would automatically transfer to her.

I glanced at the clock on the wall.

02:58 PM

Two minutes left.

I was waiting too.

"Marcus," I said suddenly, "this contract is a bit special. It was signed in blood."

I raised my right hand and slowly unraveled the gauze.

The crude, scarred "Dragon" symbol on my palm was scabbed over, but it still looked horrific.

"Jax said it's his rule. Whoever signs the deal must carry his mark."

Marcus gasped. "Jesus... that's barbaric."

But Chloes eyes locked onto my palm like she had just found a goldmine.

I knew exactly what she was thinking.

She figured that once the success transferred, the scar would transfer too. To her, that wasn't a mutilation; it was the ultimate proof of her "loyalty" to show off to the higher-ups and Jax.

The second hand ticked.

02:59:50

02:59:55

I looked at Chloe, silently counting down in my head.

Three.

Two.

One.

03:00 PM

Suddenly, a familiar wave of dizziness washed over me.

In the next instant, the throbbing pain in my palm vanished completely. I looked down. My skin was smooth, flawless, and completely unblemished.

But across from me, Chloe suddenly shrieked.

"Ahhh! My hand!"

She grabbed her right palm, blood instantly spurting through her fingers.

Everyone panicked.

"Chloe! What's wrong?!" Marcus rushed over.

With a trembling hand, Chloe let go. Right there in the center of her palm was the crude, freshly bleeding carve of the "Dragon" symbol!

And on the desk, the signature line of the contractwhich had been a bloody handprint a second agonow read *Chloe* in shaky, handwritten ink.

The eyes of the surrounding coworkers went vacant for a split second before snapping back into focus.

Their memories had been rewritten.

Marcus froze, then let out a euphoric yell.

"Oh my god, Chloe! You signed this deal?!"

"I knew it! How could a loser like Elena ever handle Jax? You sacrificed your own flesh for this company! You are an absolute hero!"

The coworkers snapped out of their daze and immediately showered her with praise.

"Chloe, you are incredible! That is hardcore!"

"You literally bled for this deal! Elena, look at her! You should be ashamed!"

"Elena was just trying to steal her credit earlier. What a parasite!"

Chloe was sweating from the pain, but the adoration turned her agony into pure ecstasy. She held up her bloody hand, glaring at me triumphantly.

"See this, Elena?" she sneered. "This is the difference between you and me. You could never close a deal like this in a million years."

Looking at her foolish, doomed face, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You're right, Chloe. You've got serious guts."

"I just hope you can keep that same energy when the cops get here."