They Framed Me as a Fraud, So I Exposed Them Live - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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Wendy still couldn't tell right from wrong. "It's just a phony diploma—why are you freaking out? Who are you performing for?"
I'd had enough. Time to call her out.
"You're the fraud here! You can't speak French and you're terrified I'll expose you. So you're trying to discredit me first—make everyone think I'm the liar!"
"Let's settle this—have the producers bring out a native French speaker right now! We'll do a live test and see who's legit!"
My raw, furious voice stunned the audience. Murmurs spread through the crowd—"She doesn't seem like she's faking," "They should test her again."
I stood there, ready for the challenge, when Olivia suddenly cut in.
"Enough! This show isn't a platform for scammers. The judges have already rejected you—all twelve lights are out. You're done here."
Her voice turned icy. "Get off my stage."
This made no sense. Since when did job seekers become disposable? No due process, no basic dignity—were we just trash to them?
When I refused to leave, demanding answers, Olivia's patience snapped. She shoved me—hard.
I crashed off the stage, pain shooting through my body as I hit the floor.
Olivia sneered down at me. "More theatrics? Just admit you lied about your credentials instead of playing victim. Must be exhausting, all this pretending."
I held up my bleeding palms. "Is this part of my act too?"
Her expression faltered. "You—you did that to yourself!"
Too late. The cameras caught everything—her violence, the show's cruelty. Panicked about the PR disaster, producers cut the live feed.
When we returned, Olivia delivered a scripted apology through clenched teeth: "Celine, by special dispensation, we'll bring in French guests to evaluate you. 'You Are the One' believes in second chances!"
The judges' lights flickered back on. Olivia led a hollow round of applause, then leaned in with a venomous whisper: "Waste of time. We're bringing in multiple French speakers to bury you. Let's see you talk your way out of this."
But Wendy was the one sweating now. During the break, she cornered me backstage.
"Quit now," she hissed. "Even if you expose me, I'll just buy off the media and silence the backlash. I'll still be CEO when this blows over."
She could afford this game. I couldn't.
"Embarrass me publicly," she warned, "and you'll never work in this city again."
I laughed bitterly. "So I should slink away, branded a fraud? My career would be over!"
"What's left then? Dumpster diving? How am I supposed to live?"
Wendy shrugged. "Take whatever crap job you can get. Kids these day are so entitled."
My reply? "Go to hell."
She lost it. "You stupid bitch! You have no idea what capital can do! I'll destroy you!"
I'd had enough. Time to call her out.
"You're the fraud here! You can't speak French and you're terrified I'll expose you. So you're trying to discredit me first—make everyone think I'm the liar!"
"Let's settle this—have the producers bring out a native French speaker right now! We'll do a live test and see who's legit!"
My raw, furious voice stunned the audience. Murmurs spread through the crowd—"She doesn't seem like she's faking," "They should test her again."
I stood there, ready for the challenge, when Olivia suddenly cut in.
"Enough! This show isn't a platform for scammers. The judges have already rejected you—all twelve lights are out. You're done here."
Her voice turned icy. "Get off my stage."
This made no sense. Since when did job seekers become disposable? No due process, no basic dignity—were we just trash to them?
When I refused to leave, demanding answers, Olivia's patience snapped. She shoved me—hard.
I crashed off the stage, pain shooting through my body as I hit the floor.
Olivia sneered down at me. "More theatrics? Just admit you lied about your credentials instead of playing victim. Must be exhausting, all this pretending."
I held up my bleeding palms. "Is this part of my act too?"
Her expression faltered. "You—you did that to yourself!"
Too late. The cameras caught everything—her violence, the show's cruelty. Panicked about the PR disaster, producers cut the live feed.
When we returned, Olivia delivered a scripted apology through clenched teeth: "Celine, by special dispensation, we'll bring in French guests to evaluate you. 'You Are the One' believes in second chances!"
The judges' lights flickered back on. Olivia led a hollow round of applause, then leaned in with a venomous whisper: "Waste of time. We're bringing in multiple French speakers to bury you. Let's see you talk your way out of this."
But Wendy was the one sweating now. During the break, she cornered me backstage.
"Quit now," she hissed. "Even if you expose me, I'll just buy off the media and silence the backlash. I'll still be CEO when this blows over."
She could afford this game. I couldn't.
"Embarrass me publicly," she warned, "and you'll never work in this city again."
I laughed bitterly. "So I should slink away, branded a fraud? My career would be over!"
"What's left then? Dumpster diving? How am I supposed to live?"
Wendy shrugged. "Take whatever crap job you can get. Kids these day are so entitled."
My reply? "Go to hell."
She lost it. "You stupid bitch! You have no idea what capital can do! I'll destroy you!"
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