Chapter4\
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Normally with high–end suits like that one in her post, one stain and it’s basically done for.
‘Looks like without me around to stop her in this life, she still went ahead and pulled the same stunt… Only, I’m guessing it didn’t go quite as smoothly this time.
After all, she didn’t look too happy yesterday when she came begging me to sign that contract.
‘Now, I’m really curious. How is Vicky planning to pay for this 40,000 bucks suit?‘
A week later, Atlas Publishing made their official announcement on their socials about the novel going into production. They tagged me- the original author.
Ten minutes later, I got a call from Vicky.N
“Shea! Didn’t you already sell the rights to our company? How come you sold them to Atlas, too? Our contract is exclusive!“}
She didn’t even let me get a word in–just launched straight into it like a machine gun as soon as I picked up the phone.
“When did I ever sell you the rights?” I asked back.
“Shea, come on. Don’t be greedy. I even double–checked everything with you before signing. Your name’s clearly on that contract–you signed it yourself. I can’t help you this time.“N
Just like that, she hung up right away.
She was so damn confident that it almost made me laugh. ‘If I hadn’t installed a hidden camera, I might’ve really taken the fall for this shit.’N
Half an hour later, Blount & Bluebell Press–the company where Vicky worked as an assistant–released a statement, saying the rights to my novel were incomplete, and that they were planning to pursue legal action and demand compensation.}
Same book. Same author. Two companies, both big names in the film adaptation business.
Of course, as soon as the announcement dropped, it blew up online.
‘People aren’t messing around these days when it comes to intellectual property. Double–selling a book’s rights? The internet will go crazy about it.‘”
Sure enough, my account in X got flooded with hate in seconds.
At the same time, Vicky made a cryptic post.
[Everyone has to pay for their own greed.]}]
She even really tagged both my pen name and my book title.§
Of course, the internet did its thing and quickly connected the dots–turns out she wasn’t just my best friend but also an employee of Blount & Bluebell Press.
Things exploded even more after that, and the hate comments just kept rolling in.§
Atlas’s rep messaged me, totally freaking out, asking what was going on.
I stayed calm and told him straight: [I only sold the rights to Atlas Publishing. You’re the only ones who paid me.] Atias Publishing’s an old, established company, so they caught on quickly.§
Their legal team got involved immediately and told me they’d handle the matter ASAP.
At the same time, that same intern who ended up being Curtis’s wife in my last life had just joined their company.
Even without the coffee stunt this time, she still got promoted to the CEO assistant a week in. I bet Vicky was livid.§
But with the whole copyright mess, she didn’t even have the guts to go complain to Curtis.
Instead, she started targeting Brooke–the intern.”
But Curtis kept defending her, and Vicky’s hatred just grew.
One day during lunch break, Vicky actually hid Brooke’s stockings in Curtis’s drawer–and then played the victim, accusing the intern of trying to seduce the CEO.
Their office was in total chaos that day, leading to the intern getting fired on the spot for “trying to seduce the CEO.”
And all of that came straight from the private investigator I hired when I was reborn to keep an eye on Vicky.”
This whole cyber bullying she staged was just a bonus discovery.
But honestly, I didn’t have the energy to care anymore. The online hate was getting worse, my DMs full of the nastiest insults.
Once I gathered the final piece of evidence, I made a call.
“Helga, I need to sue someone.”
“Got it. Send me everything”
