Chapter 4: Chapter 4

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<html><head></head><body>"Good morning, everyone. I'm Mia Lowell from the project department. It's a great honor to have this opportunity to present the progress of our current project..." Mia stood confidently on the stage, speaking with ease. My colleague Chloe Watson, sitting beside me, leaned in and whispered, "Olivia, what a shame. This project was originally yours. You should be the one up there right now." "If you hadn't been so kind-hearted and handed the project over to Mia, she wouldn't be enjoying this moment in the spotlight." "And you have no idea what she says about you behind your back. You consider her your best friend, but she's probably just using you as a stepping stone!" I patted Chloe's hand, signaling that we were surrounded by people and should be careful with our words. Chloe looked at me with frustration, as if I were a hopeless case, and let out an exasperated sigh. I watched Mia, radiant and full of confidence on stage, and inwardly sneered. I had been foolish before. After the manager assigned the project to me, Mia came to me, begging for help. "Olivia, please let me take this project. It doesn't matter much to you anyway, but if I don't achieve something soon, I'll really be fired." "You're my best friend. You wouldn't just stand by and watch me fail, would you?" I couldn't quite describe how I felt at that moment, only that my chest felt tight. My achievements, my bonuses, and the recognition from leadership were all earned through my own hard work. While I was staying up late working on proposals, Mia was out shopping. While I was running myself ragged trying to secure a deal with a client, Mia was browsing online stores and playing games.  How could she just casually say, "You're the best," and take away everything I deserved? But in the end, for the sake of friendship, I gave in. Like an idiot. To get the leadership to agree, I even promised to assist Mia from the sidelines to ensure the project's successful completion. But I never expected that after giving an inch, Mia would take a mile. She dumped the entire project on me, claiming it was because she "believed in my abilities" and that I was "such a good friend." As a result, I was the one staying up late working on the project. I wrote the script. Even the PowerPoint presentation was done by me because Mia claimed she couldn't figure it out. Now she stood on stage, full of confidence, reading the script with dramatic flair, earning praise from the leaders in the audience.  It was time to expose her true colors. I reached into my pocket and turned on the vibrator to its lowest setting while keeping my eyes fixed on Mia on stage. Mia was just mentioning the project's investment amount. "The initial investment for this project totals 18 million... ah~ mm~ dollars!" Her voice suddenly cracked, followed by a series of moans. She clenched her lips tightly, one hand pressed firmly between her legs, the other gripping the podium, barely managing to stay upright. Her face was flushed, her eyes darting wildly, and her entire body trembled. The audience was bewildered. What was happening? Chloe, always blunt, muttered, "Oh my god, is it what I think it is? Mia looks like she's..." "Is she getting turned on by reading the script?" Instantly, whispers filled the room.  Even those who had been dozing off were now wide awake, watching Mia with keen interest. Mia seemed flustered. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, and continued her presentation. Did she really think I would let her off that easily? I turned the vibrator to medium intensity. "Oh~ ah~ ah!" Mia's voice suddenly rose sharply. She collapsed to the floor, her thighs twisting and turning uncontrollably. She looked... utterly overwhelmed with pleasure. The senior executive frowned deeply. "What's wrong with this colleague? If you're unwell, take leave and go home to rest. We can reschedule the project presentation." Mia shook her head repeatedly.  This was a rare opportunity to shine, and she didn't want to miss it. "No, no, I'm fine! I can continue!" The audience erupted in murmurs. Many pulled out their phones to record, eager to witness the drama. Seasoned observers chuckled and whispered among themselves. "Mia looks like she's in the middle of... you know." "Wow, really? She has the nerve to put on a show in front of so many people? What kind of weird fetish is this?" "No mistake about it. Based on my years of experience, she's definitely..." To prove herself, Mia struggled to get up from the floor, determined to continue her report to the leadership. I turned the vibrator to its highest setting instantly. "Mr. Anderson, ah ah ah ah ah ah!" Mia suddenly screamed, her eyes rolling back, her entire body convulsing like a fish stranded on shore, thrashing desperately. "Mmm, oh oh oh, Mr. Anderson, ah ah ah~" Mr. Anderson's face turned green. Hearing his name being moaned like that was utterly embarrassing for a man of his age. The next second, Mr. Anderson, sitting in the front row, stared in disbelief and pointed at the podium. "She... she wet herself!" Upon hearing this, Mia finally passed out.  </body></html>

Chapter 4: Chapter 4

884 words