She Sabotaged Me, I Let Her Ruin Him

The new intern at the company was an i***t. I told her to come to the fourth-floor office for a meeting at nine tomorrow. She blinked her big, innocent eyes at me and said, "9:00 PM is too late. I get off work at five." I said it was nine in the morning, but she retorted, "But it's already twelve o'clock now. Why didn't you notify me earlier?" I bit back my frustration and continued, "It's nine o'clock tomorrow morning." This time, she finally understood what I was trying to say. A beat later, she shot back with, "Then where is the meeting held?" I assumed she was deliberately playing dumb to avoid the meeting. Since she was just an intern anyway, I told her she didn't have to go. Instead, she deliberately barged in while we were in the meeting and asked me in front of the boss why I hadn't notified her of the meeting. "Maria, I really want to learn something during my internship. Please stop picking on me." My boyfriend also stepped up to defend her. "She's long been dissatisfied with the company and is planning to jump ship. She's obviously snubbing the intern on purpose, collecting a paycheck while doing no real work." When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day the new interns first arrived. ***** "There are five interns this time. Each of you pick one to mentor." The manager's voice jolted me awake. I snapped my eyes open to see five very awkward, fresh-faced interns standing in front of me. "Maria, Linda is from the same college as you, so she's your junior. How about you take her under your wing?" Hearing those words, I finally confirmed that I had been reborn. As soon as the manager finished speaking, I refused immediately without hesitation. "Not a chance. I've been swamped with work lately, piles and piles of documents. We wouldn't want to wear our little intern out, would we?" I offered the manager a polite smile, giving him a graceful out. He was the one who assigned all my work, so he knew how heavy my workload was. He nodded and said, "All right then. I'll assign you a boy. He can help you with odd jobs." Anyone would be fine, as long as it wasn't Linda Levine. But that wasn't enough. I pointed at Samuel Sanchez, who was standing not far away, and said, "Why don't you assign Linda to him? The three of us are all alumni." Linda quickly spoke up too, "Manager, I'd be happy to learn from Samuel." With that, the assignments for the five interns were finalized. I took my assigned intern back to my desk, gave him some relatively simple tasks, and sat back down. A moment later, my phone lit up with a w******p message from Samuel. I opened it to see him asking why I didn't want to take Linda, saying that he was a man after all, so there would be a lot of unnecessary gossip. I let out a cold sneer. It's not like he's sleeping with her. What's there to be gossip about? Even if there were rumors, they still ended up messing around together in my past life, didn't they? In my past life, the manager asked me to mentor Linda. Thinking we were alumni from the same college, I agreed right away and taught her wholeheartedly. But after I got to know her, I realized she was an absolute nightmare in disguise! At lunchtime, I asked Linda to order takeout for me. I told her I was allergic to seafood and couldn't eat it, so she could order anything except seafood. When the food arrived, she handed me a steaming tub of seafood porridge. I looked at her in confusion, wondering if the shop had gotten the order wrong, but she said with a matter-of-fact expression, "No, it's right. This place's seafood porridge is so good, you must try it. Even though it's called seafood porridge, you don't have to eat the shrimp and crab inside. Just drink the porridge, that'll be fine." Later, the company arranged for us to go on a business trip, and we needed our ID numbers to book hotel rooms. I asked her to send me a photo of her ID card, but the photos she took were either blurry or only captured half of the card. Swallowing my frustration, I explained patiently that she needed to include all four corners of the ID card in the photo, otherwise it would be unreadable. The next second, I received four photos, each a close-up of one of the four corners of her ID card. My blood pressure spiked so hard I saw spots, but Linda said it was because I hadn't explained clearly, so she'd misinterpreted what I said. After that, I started paying more attention to how I spoke to her, trying my best to make myself fully understood, but I still underestimated just how intentionally dense she was.