Ripping Off Their Mask

"The day after the new year, during a family gathering, my aunt sneered at me as I worked overtime, reviewing a proposal."Why are you pretending to be so busy? It’s not like we don’t know you only make three thousand a month. Real money-makers are people like my daughter, a designer so successful she doesn’t even have time to come home!"I ignored her, but she directed her spoiled son to delete all my files while I was in the bathroom.My hands trembled with rage. "This proposal is due in ten minutes—if I don’t submit it, everything is ruined!"She scoffed dismissively. "He’s just a kid. What could he possibly know? Besides, your job isn’t even worth much. If you lose the files, you lose them. Worst case, you get fired."I chuckled coldly but said nothing.She had no idea it was the proposal her daughter had spent an entire month working on.And I was the client who held her daughter’s fate in my hands."