Everyone in my circle knows I’m not one to be trifled with. Growing up, I lived by a simple rule: if someone wrongs me, I return the favor. I don't take crap from anyone. Yet, my colleagues seemed to think I was a pushover, and each of them tried to test that theory. In a team meeting, they deliberately stole credit for my work, passing off a proposal I’d spent three sleepless nights perfecting as their own. They pushed the entire annual strategic initiative onto me, hoping for some freeloading on their performance rating. I didn't waste my breath arguing with them. Instead, I marched over to the project director's desk and plastered my work submission logs and chat screenshots right there for everyone to see. Then, during the project review meeting, in front of the entire department, I had their contribution levels marked as zero. They complained that I was being ruthless. I just smiled. They hadn't seen anything yet. I don’t go looking for trouble, but I certainly don’t fear it. Anyone who dares to mess with me will learn that I’ll pay them back a hundred, or even a thousand times over.