My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 34: Identity Theft

A section of the office cafeteria had been cordoned off for the new hires. Cammy quickly slipped into the women’s room, pulling her hair into a high bun and changing her makeup to make herself less recognizable in front of Greg.

She even put in colored contact lenses, swapping her green eyes for brown. ’This should work,’ she thought. ’The bun, brown contacts, nude makeup, and nerdy eyeglasses should help me blend in and keep a low profile. Please, don’t recognize me,’ she silently pleaded.

When she returned to the cafeteria, her fellow new hires were already seated. Like before, she chose the farthest seat, keeping her distance from everyone.

They were halfway through their meal, but Greg was nowhere to be seen.

"Maybe the CEO just paid for our lunch but won’t actually join us." Cammy overheard one of the women at the table say.

"Well, he is the CEO. He’s probably too busy to sit with the new hires," another added.

’Exactly,’ Cammy thought, relieved. ’Just because he treated us to lunch doesn’t mean he’ll be here.’ She quietly finished her meal, grateful for the reprieve.

While everyone was enjoying their lavish free lunch, they had no idea they were being watched.

"Are you really not going to greet them? What was the point of telling them you personally paid for their food?" Harry asked Greg, who was seated in his office chair, eyes fixed on his monitor screen watching the live CCTV feed from the cafeteria.

"You know I’m not a people person, Harry. Besides, the employees will just feel uncomfortable if I show up. They might lose their appetite," Greg replied.

"Then why bother? This is the first time you’ve done something like this," Harry asked, genuinely curious. Greg never concerned himself with minor company affairs, only focusing on matters that demanded his attention.

"Because she’s here..."

"Who?"

"Cammy is here... Your investigator is useless, Harry, fire him. I found her myself. I spotted her entering the building this morning and front desk said she’s one of the new hires."

"Actually, he’s not totally useless. He just investigated something else and sent me a report yesterday," Harry said, quickly pulling out his phone and forwarding the email to Greg. "Just sent it—check your inbox."

"Why are you only telling me now?" Greg asked, clearly irritated as he opened his email.

"Sorry, I forgot..." Harry admitted.

Greg shifted his gaze from the screen to Harry. "What’s going on? You don’t usually forget things. Is your family giving you trouble again?"

"Nah, I’ve just been exhausted. Everything going on with your personal life and the mess with the shareholders last week wiped me out. I spent all of Sunday sleeping."

"Alright," Greg replied, though he made a mental note to dig deeper later. He knew Harry too well—something was off.

Suddenly, Greg’s eyes widened as he finished reading the report.

"You’ve got to be kidding me!" he shouted.

"What? What does it say?" Harry rushed to Greg’s side, and Greg shifted the monitor so Harry could read it.

"No way! She’s Duncan Veston’s wife? The same guy Annie cheated on you with? Am I reading this right?" Harry gasped, covering his mouth in shock.

"But according to the news, Duncan’s wife died in a plane crash last week. That’s why Annie didn’t protest when you called off the wedding—she could finally be with him," Harry added, still in disbelief.

"Cammy and the woman in this photo are the same, Harry. Go to HR and get her file. Let’s see what we can uncover," Greg instructed.

Harry nodded and quickly left the CEO’s office, eager to discover the truth himself.

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After lunch, the new hires were divided into three groups and assigned to the three major projects at Cross Tech. Cammy was assigned to the team working on the Online Marketplace Project, which Cross Tech had started just a few months ago.

Her group was escorted to the floor where they’d be working and asked to wait in the meeting room for their project manager. They didn’t wait long before the manager entered and introduced herself.

"Nice to meet you all. I’m Chiqui Inoue, the Project Manager for Crossmart."

The group greeted her in return as she began explaining the details of the project they’d be involved in.

’She seems nice,’ Cammy thought, immediately warming to her manager’s friendly vibe.

After the brief overview, Manager Chiqui asked them to follow her to the production floor. "You’ll see your names on the desks. Once you find yours, go ahead and set up your PC, follow the instructions written on the paper on your desks. Wait for my call, and I’ll meet with each of you individually to get to know you better and assign your tasks."

Everyone moved to find their assigned desks. Cammy was pleased to discover hers was next to the window, offering a view of the street below.

"Cammy..." Chiqui called, "You’re the first on the list. Follow me."

Cammy smiled and walked after her, but her smile faded as soon as they entered the meeting room and she saw the HR manager waiting inside.

"Am I in trouble?" Cammy asked quickly, noticing the document in front of the HR manager.

"We’re not sure yet, Ms. Watson. We brought you here to ask some questions and clarify a possible case of identity theft. Cross Tech has strict policies regarding employment. HR was about to finalize your paperwork, but we couldn’t verify your identity—only finding records tied to a deceased person."

Cammy’s eyes widened. She hadn’t anticipated this when she decided to fake her death. Of course, Duncan had filed the paperwork quickly so he could be with his mistress.

"I-I can explain..." Cammy stammered, tears welling up in her eyes as she began to tell her story.

Chiqui and the HR manager listened, their own eyes welling up as Cammy tearfully recounted everything that had brought her to this moment.

"I-I don’t even know what to say, Ms. Watson. I can’t begin to imagine what you’ve been through. You’re clearly a strong woman to be standing here today, looking as put-together as you do. If you hadn’t told us, we’d never have guessed you were dealing with something like this," the HR manager said, her voice full of empathy.

"I agree," Chiqui added. "I would love to have you on my team. I can sense you’d do a fantastic job on this project. But we have rules to follow, especially in a company as big as this. Everything has to be documented and legal."

"W-Will I lose my job?" Cammy stammered, her voice shaky. She woke up excited this morning and was happy to finally start the first day of her new life, only to be hit with this devastating news. If she lost this job, she wasn’t sure what she would do next.

Cammy watched as Chiqui and the HR manager exchanged glances. Her heart pounded and ached at the same time. She felt like a piece of meat on a butcher’s block, anxiously waiting for the final verdict.

"Now that we’ve heard your side, we can’t make any promises, but we’ll do our best to help you. For now, return to your workstation and wait for the decision. We need to discuss this and figure out a solution to your situation," the HR manager said.

Cammy stood up to leave, but Chiqui stopped her. "Cammy, go freshen up first. Wash your face so your coworkers won’t notice you’ve been crying. Turn left, then right at the end of the hallway—you’ll find the restroom there."

"Thank you," Cammy whispered before stepping out.

Keeping her head down to avoid meeting anyone’s gaze, she hurried along, not wanting anyone to notice her tear-streaked face. She followed Chiqui’s directions, but as she turned right at the end of the hallway, she collided with a solid chest. The man, dressed in a black suit, white shirt, and navy blue tie, barely budged.

"Cammy?" he said, making her eyes widen in shock.