The New HR Called Me a Thief

Five years ago, the Gotti family, who were on the verge of bankruptcy, managed to rise from the ashes thanks to my investment. Eventually, they develop their company into a firearms company that's well-known in the west, and they earn over hundreds of millions of dollars' worth of profits annually.

At the celebratory party, Elena Bellini, the HR manager who has only joined the company for less than a month, shows my photo and my salary. She then berates me for skipping out on work and stealing from the company.

"Half a year ago, Valentina went missing for more than a month for no reason! Even when she's needed for work at the company, she's nowhere to be found!

"Also, how can a bottom feeder like her afford to spend money at the high-end restaurants and malls?"

Elena keeps her head raised high as she looks at me in disdain.

"The reason why Valentina has disappeared is so that she can steal expensive items from the company and sell them to other clients! This photo of her stealing a bottle of red wine is the proof!

"I strongly suggest that Valentina is to be dismissed on the spot! We can't let her continue breaking the company's rules!"

I remain silent as I turn to look at Matteo Gotti, the CEO of the company.

He knows that a bunch of robbers had stolen a batch of important products half a year ago. I was the one who had snatched everything back without a weapon under my arsenal, seeing as I had walked past the warehouse by coincidence at that time. Because of that, I ended up getting injured and had to spend a month just to recuperate.

Matteo also knows that I've taken the red wine just to entertain the other mafia leaders, who happen to be the company's clients. That red wine isn't for my own consumption at all.

But he has the nerve to chuck the folder away angrily before glaring at me coldly, as though I truly am a criminal.

"Valentina Caruso, is Elena speaking the truth? You'd better explain yourself right now!"

I just sneer at him in return.

"I have nothing to say."

The frightening reality and the outcome, which is obviously a failure, is the best explanation I've given them.

"You have nothing to say because you know you're a thief! Mr. Gotti, you should fire this janitor right now. You need to take inventory and make her pay for our losses!"

Elena Bellini's shrill voice sliced through the room.

Janitor?

Five years ago, I stepped down as Donna of the Caruso family and retreated behind the scenes as its quiet backer, returning to my hometown.

By chance, I discovered that the Gotti family had bought Madre's former residence for their arms business. The wisteria she planted before she died was still there, and so was the piano she used to play.

My Underboss, Raffaele Messina, suggested that I take over the nearly bankrupt Gotti