chapter102

Thalassa approached the stairwell quietly, her footsteps muffled by the carpet. From the shadows of the landing, she heard Joie’s voice, hushed but filled with a malicious confidence.

“...even if she manages to stay, her reputation is already compromised,” Joie was saying. “The rumors have achieved exactly what we intended. The staff's perception of her has shifted. In an environment like this, social isolation is often more effective than a formal dismissal. She’ll realize she no longer fits and leave on her own.”

Thalassa froze, her heart pounding. She peered around the corner, catching a glimpse of Joie leaning against the railing, speaking to someone hidden by the concrete pillar.

“Thalassa has always been an obstacle,” Joie continued with a smirk. “I have to thank you for providing the specific details that made the stories so believable. Without your insight, this plan wouldn't have worked.”

The realization hit Thalassa like a physical blow. It was a calculated frame-up. Anger, sharp and clear, replaced her fear. She stepped out into the open.

“So, it was you, Joie!”

Joie jumped, her face pale with shock. “Thalassa!”

The shadow figure behind the pillar reacted instantly, the sound of rapid footsteps echoing down the stairs. Thalassa caught the distinct rhythm of high heels striking the floor and realized this was the mastermind. She gave chase, but the fire exit slammed shut before she could reach the next level.

Thalassa was seething, but she felt the limitations of her role. As a janitor, she had no authority to patrol the executive floors. When Joie caught up to her in the elevator, Thalassa’s expression was hard as flint.

“Who were you talking to? Who gave you the information?”

“You're hearing things,” Joie retorted, though her hands were trembling. “It was just me. I’ve never liked you, and I wanted you gone. That’s the end of it.”

When they returned to the Cleaning Department, the situation took an unexpected turn. Before Thalassa could report the conversation to Director Noreen, Joie preemptively stepped forward.

“Director, I’m here to submit my resignation,” Joie said, handing over a letter she had clearly prepared in advance. “I realize my presence here has become a distraction.”

Thalassa was stunned. It was a tactical retreat—a way for Joie to leave before a formal investigation could uncover her accomplice.