They Framed Me as a Fraud, So I Exposed Them Live - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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There I was on national television, holding three master's degrees from top French universities—only to have all twelve CEO judges reject me within minutes. Why? Because when the so-called "French-speaking" CEO Wendy Jones fired off a question in what she claimed was fluent French, I couldn't understand a single word. Turns out, neither could actual French people.
"You're a fraud!" Wendy snapped, her voice dripping with disdain. "A fake returnee!"
The audience erupted, chanting for me to leave. But how could I? I wasn't the liar here—she was.
I tried to defend myself, but the host, Olivia, cut me off. "Just admit your degrees are fake," she said, as if that were the only logical conclusion.
When I refused, the CEOs threatened to blacklist me from the entire industry. So I did the only thing I could—I pulled out my diploma from one of France's most prestigious institutions and demanded the embassy verify it on the spot.
"Since when is this school a 'fake university'?" I shot back. "Are you trying to ruin France's reputation too?"
The truth hit me like a slap. Wendy Jones—the woman who bragged about living in France for a decade—was the real fraud. Her "French" was a mess of mispronounced words and butchered grammar.
I politely asked her to repeat herself, but she panicked.
"Stop pretending!" she hissed, her face twisting with fake outrage. "You don't know French at all!"
Then, with a dramatic flourish, she "accidentally" flung her coffee in my face.
"Let me help you see clearly," she sneered. "It's You is a show for real talent, not scammers like you!"
The audience ate it up, cheering like she'd just delivered justice. The other CEOs shook their heads, muttering about "entitled kids" who "wanted high salaries for no skills."
One by one, their lights went dark.
I fought back. "I didn't lie! My school's credentials are publicly verifiable!" I thrust my diploma toward the camera, desperate for proof.
But Olivia snatched it away and handed it to Wendy. "Look at this," she scoffed. "Obviously fake."
I glared at her. "You didn't even read it! How can you ruin someone's career like this?"
Wendy smirked. "Oh, it's real alright—from a technical college." She rolled her eyes. "No wonder your French is so terrible."
The crowd roared with laughter.
Fury burned in my chest. She couldn't even read the diploma, yet she played the expert. I demanded it back—I'd post it online and let the entire internet judge.
"Go ahead," Wendy sneered. "I'm not afraid of the truth."
But as she spoke, her elbow "slipped," knocking over her coffee. The liquid splashed across my diploma, turning years of hard work into a soggy, ruined mess.
She tossed it to the floor like trash.
I dropped to my knees, wiping at the stains with my sleeve, my vision blurring with tears. This wasn't just about a job anymore.
This was war.
"You're a fraud!" Wendy snapped, her voice dripping with disdain. "A fake returnee!"
The audience erupted, chanting for me to leave. But how could I? I wasn't the liar here—she was.
I tried to defend myself, but the host, Olivia, cut me off. "Just admit your degrees are fake," she said, as if that were the only logical conclusion.
When I refused, the CEOs threatened to blacklist me from the entire industry. So I did the only thing I could—I pulled out my diploma from one of France's most prestigious institutions and demanded the embassy verify it on the spot.
"Since when is this school a 'fake university'?" I shot back. "Are you trying to ruin France's reputation too?"
The truth hit me like a slap. Wendy Jones—the woman who bragged about living in France for a decade—was the real fraud. Her "French" was a mess of mispronounced words and butchered grammar.
I politely asked her to repeat herself, but she panicked.
"Stop pretending!" she hissed, her face twisting with fake outrage. "You don't know French at all!"
Then, with a dramatic flourish, she "accidentally" flung her coffee in my face.
"Let me help you see clearly," she sneered. "It's You is a show for real talent, not scammers like you!"
The audience ate it up, cheering like she'd just delivered justice. The other CEOs shook their heads, muttering about "entitled kids" who "wanted high salaries for no skills."
One by one, their lights went dark.
I fought back. "I didn't lie! My school's credentials are publicly verifiable!" I thrust my diploma toward the camera, desperate for proof.
But Olivia snatched it away and handed it to Wendy. "Look at this," she scoffed. "Obviously fake."
I glared at her. "You didn't even read it! How can you ruin someone's career like this?"
Wendy smirked. "Oh, it's real alright—from a technical college." She rolled her eyes. "No wonder your French is so terrible."
The crowd roared with laughter.
Fury burned in my chest. She couldn't even read the diploma, yet she played the expert. I demanded it back—I'd post it online and let the entire internet judge.
"Go ahead," Wendy sneered. "I'm not afraid of the truth."
But as she spoke, her elbow "slipped," knocking over her coffee. The liquid splashed across my diploma, turning years of hard work into a soggy, ruined mess.
She tossed it to the floor like trash.
I dropped to my knees, wiping at the stains with my sleeve, my vision blurring with tears. This wasn't just about a job anymore.
This was war.
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