The Summer Heat Was Thirty Degrees And His Lie Was A Hundred Chapter 08

Julian stood outside my house in absolute silence for a long time.

I didn’t know when he finally walked away, and frankly, I didn’t care.

The four years of corporate marketing experience and professional leverage I’d built couldn’t be stolen by a cheap trick.

Within a couple of weeks, I secured a fantastic new offer and successfully started my new role.

The agency was far larger, with a much tighter structure and vastly superior opportunities. My days became incredibly busy and fulfilling.

Out of nowhere, an old colleague from my former office called.

“Hey Chloe, the VP actually asked me to reach out and see if there’s any way you could consult for us or come back for a few days?”

The marketing campaign Savannah had stolen was a high-stakes, three-day offline brand activation pop-up.

Apparently, Day One had launched into an absolute catastrophe.

The physical layouts were a total mess, vital promotional materials were missing, and critical scheduling had been botched.

The venue was in shambles, leaving Savannah in a state of utter, sweating panic.

Naturally, management immediately realized something was wrong.

The entire event was put on emergency hold, and the corporate client was screaming for blood.

They were completely baffled.

“We’ve partnered with your agency for years, and Miss Vance has always personally managed our campaigns with flawless execution.”

“Why on earth did you replace her right before such a tight launch? We demand

an actual explanation.”

Faced with disaster, the executives suddenly remembered I existed.

There were still two days left of the campaign, leaving a narrow window for emergency remediation.

After listening to my ex-colleague’s desperate explanation, I gave a polite, detached response.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve already relocated away from Metro City and have officially started at a new agency.”

“I have zero availability, and frankly, zero obligation to fix management’s mistakes.”

“Besides, didn’t the entire company loudly agree that Savannah was the sole mastermind behind that brilliant campaign?”

A breathless, mortified apology came through the line.

“Chloe, we are so incredibly sorry for buying into that mess. Nobody realized she actually had the audacity to pull a stunt like that.”

“Oh, and there’s one more thing. Your ex-boyfriend… Julian. He actually marched straight into the corporate office last week and caused a massive scene to retract that apology video.”

Julian had apparently escalated the drama tenfold.

He actually marched straight into the corporate office last week to confront HR, demanding they retract the video.

To back up his claims, he leaked his personal text threads with Savannah, exposing her incredibly suggestive and manipulative messages.

The office staff, always starved for corporate gossip, had a field day with the leaks.

Within hours, everyone knew the truth.

Savannah was exposed not only as a fraud but as an active home-wrecker

who’d intentionally tried to sabotage a stable relationship.

With both scandals breaking at once, the entire company’s perception of Savannah flipped overnight.

People avoided her like the plague in the hallways, treating her with nothing but disgust and mockery.

I’d lost interest in the drama, so I offered a couple of polite pleasantries and hung up.

A few days later, Savannah somehow managed to get ahold of my new number.

The moment I answered, she erupted into violent, breathless hysterics.

“Chloe, I am so sorry! I am so, so sorry!”

“I am begging you, please just say something to management for me! Just tell them it was all a big misunderstanding…”

“No,” I replied, my voice completely cold. “You get exactly what you deserve, Savannah. Enjoy the fallout.”

Knowing she was only crying because she’d been caught, I didn’t waste another second of my life listening to her and blocked the number instantly.

I later caught wind that Savannah had been terminated immediately for gross negligence.

The sheer scale of her disaster rippled through the local marketing industry, getting her blacklisted from every interview she attempted.

She couldn’t survive in the city anymore.

With Metro City’s soaring cost of living and no income, she quickly accumulated a mountain of credit card debt.

Ultimately, she was forced to pack up her things and slink back to her small town in disgrace.

Her downfall didn’t surprise me in the slightest.

A thief was a thief.

Some things, like actual talent and hard work, couldn’t be stolen.