Take The Damn Dog

Emily was finally basking in glory at the company.

The HR department quickly announced her promotion and raise. Leadership praised her repeatedly in meetings, calling her competent and highly capable.

Within a few days, multiple clients came knocking, all specifically requesting to sign deals with her.

Emily strutted around like a proud peacock, her chin raised so high that she was practically looking down her nose at me.

"Mia, you must be so jealous right now, huh? Well, too bad. You’re not as pretty as me, and you’re definitely not as talented. My advice? Suck up to me now. Who knows, once I marry into a rich family, I might let you be a maid at my house!"

With that, she turned and walked away on 4-inch stilettos, clicking loudly with every smug step.

The rest of the team had been thoroughly worn down by her arrogance over the past few days. They started whispering among themselves.

"Has Emily totally lost it? She got promoted to some minor management role, and now she thinks she runs the place. Today, she even warned me not to piss her off. She claims she’s about to marry into a wealthy family!"

"Marry into a wealthy family? Please. As if. She gets a dog and suddenly thinks she’s some society heiress?"

"That’s nothing. She’s been bragging that she’s gonna be Mr. Sullivan’s wife! She’s absolutely delusional…"

Everyone was annoyed and mocking her behind her back, convinced she was full of herself. But I knew the truth.

Everything Emily said was true. She really was about to marry into wealth. She would become Silas Sullivan’s wife and reach the pinnacle of her life.

Alas, that was also the beginning of her nightmare.

Soon, thanks to landing multiple major deals, Emily became the company’s top salesperson. To celebrate the team hitting its quarterly target, the company threw a cocktail party. Emily was over the moon because she remembered exactly what happened in our past life.

It was at that same party where our CEO, Silas, had fallen in love with me at first sight. Right then and there, he had confessed his feelings, proposed, and asked me to be his wife.

Overnight, I went from an invisible employee to the future Mrs. Sullivan. Emily must have been dying of envy back then.

So in this life, the second she heard about the cocktail party, she couldn’t contain herself. She dressed to the nines that night, wearing almost the exact same gown, heels, hairstyle, and lipstick I’d worn at that party in our last life.

Except for one thing, which was the most important detail of all—Snowy.

Sure enough, as soon as she arrived, Emily locked her eyes on Silas across the room. She was just about to make her move when he turned and looked straight at her. Right in front of everyone, he began striding over.

Emily’s excitement was impossible to hide. She batted her lashes and leaned in coyly. "Mr. Sullivan—"

"Where’s the toy poodle?" he cut her off. "Why didn’t you bring it with you?"