Chapter 2

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 contract—the legendary deal of the year—would 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 'Dragon’s 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. He’s 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! You’ve 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!”*

*“She’s 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 asset—a 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 success—and my injuries—would 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 didn’t blink. I just stared at Chloe's fake, pretty face.

Enjoy your spotlight, sweetie. Because the higher you climb today, the harder you’ll 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, let’s 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."