Chapter 1

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. Vance—the 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? I’ve 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 Vance—though wearing my exact clothes—had 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 Chloe’s 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.