My Best Friend Set Me Up at Work to Get Me Fired So She Could Take My Promotion

Kera and Sam were more than best friends; they were family. They built their careers together, side by side, until a promotion turned everything into a competition. When Kera is accused of theft, she thinks her life is over… until an unexpected secret is exposed. In the end, she learns that betrayal runs deep, but karma cuts deeper.

I always thought betrayal would come with warning signs, like whispers behind my back, a shift in tone, something to tip me off before the knife slid in.

But no.

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Instead, betrayal came with a smile. With a hug. With the promise of friendship.

My name is Kera. Im twenty-eight years old, and everything I have now, I built from nothing.

I was left at an orphanage as a baby. There was no note, no explanation. Nothing. Just an abandoned girl who grew up bouncing between foster homes, learning that while people wanted to be nice, the only person she could truly rely on was herself.

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That was until Sam.

We met when we were eight, two kids with no families, clinging to each other like lifelines. We learned to cook together, sneaking into the orphanage kitchen at night to steal peanut butter or test recipes that we saw on TV.

We dreamed of becoming chefs, of running our own restaurant someday.

“One day, Kera,” Sam said. “One day, well have big kitchens and lots of money! And we can buy all the food we want.”

“I know,” I said, smiling.

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It felt good to dream. It felt good to look forward to something. To see a future that was bigger than we ever thought we could have.

And we worked for it, too.

We got into culinary school on scholarships and hopes. And, surprisingly, we graduated at the top of our class. We thrived on creativity and passion. On the days we felt like giving up, we pushed through. We pushed each other, and if we fell, we fell together.

“Ill always be here, Sammy,” I told her one day after we ended up in the ER.

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Sam had been too enthusiastic when chopping up herbs and had an incident with a knife.

“I know, K,” she said, smiling through her painkillers. “Its together or nothing, right, sis?”

Eventually, we landed jobs at one of the best restaurants in the city. We didnt know how Lady Luck kept shining on us, but we were grateful that she did.

Side by side, Sam and I climbed the ranks, proving ourselves in the brutal, high-pressure world of professional kitchens.

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So when the head chef position opened up, we were both the top candidates.

That day, after the announcement, Sam pulled me aside.

“No matter what happens, lets not let this ruin our friendship, okay?” she said, squeezing my hand.

I smiled.

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“Of course,” I said. “Nothing changes. But I am starving. Lets get some food on our break. A greasy cheeseburger from that place down the road sounds like it would hit the spot.”

She smiled back, but there was something… off. A little too much relief in her voice, like she already knew how this would play out.

“Sure,” she said. “Lets meet there. I have something to do first. A pharmacy run, you know.”

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I ignored the feeling. Sam was my best friend, after all.

But I shouldnt have ignored any of my feelings. The first worrying sign was when Sam didnt meet me for lunch during our break. She just didnt show up.

That evening, after the dinner service, I was cleaning up my station when our boss, Chef Reynard, stormed into the kitchen. His face was like stone, his sharp blue eyes locking onto mine.

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“I didnt expect this from you, Kera!” he thundered. “I thought you were better…”

Silence fell. The entire staff froze, utensils clattering, conversations dying mid-sentence.

“Chef?” I swallowed hard.

He turned to the room.

“Everyone, to the break room. Now!”

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The weight of his words sank into my stomach like lead. Something was very, very wrong. What was Chef on about?

We filed in, confused, exchanging nervous glances. Chef Reynard stood at the front, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

“This evening, during an inventory check, something was found,” he said. “Stolen black caviar. In Keras bag.”

I stopped breathing. I broke out into a sweat. I felt dizzy.

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My bag?

My stomach twisted into a hundred knots.

“Thats impossible!” I gasped.

Chef Reynard didnt react.

“I announced earlier today that Id be doing an inspection. Someones been stealing from my kitchen.”

His eyes were sharp, scanning the room.

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“And tonight… I found this.”

He held up a small glass jar of caviar, the kind we only used for high-end VIP guests who ordered top-shelf alcohol like it was absolutely nothing.

I stared at Chefs hand, looking at the glass jar like it was a snake, waiting to strike.

“I didnt take that,” I said, my voice hoarse. “I swear on my life, Chef. I would never… I would never jeopardize my position here!”

“Then, Kera, how did it end up in your bag?” His voice was calm but firm.

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I opened my mouth, then shut it. I didnt have an answer. I felt dizzy.

Sam sat beside me, her hands clasped in her lap. She wouldnt meet my eyes. She didnt offer an encouraging smile. Or a hand squeeze.

A sick feeling curdled in my gut.

Chef Reynard exhaled.

“Tell me why I shouldnt fire you right now.”

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I froze.

“Come, Kera. Tell me.”

Tears burned behind my eyes.

I looked around the room, at my coworkers, at the people I had worked beside for years. Some of them looked skeptical. Some looked outright disappointed.

But Sam?

She just sat there. Silent.

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That’s when I knew.

She knew about the inspection. She was the one who did it. Her eyebrows were furrowed like they always were when she was up to something.

Chef Reynard had been on the phone earlier that morning, talking about the missing inventory, saying that he planned to check bags after our shift. But I hadnt thought anything of it. There was no reason for me to.

But Sam had overheard. When we were changing into our uniform in the locker room she smacked my arm to make me stop talking so that she could hear what Chef was saying.

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But… Sam? Would she really do that to me? Or was my imagination just running wild because the thought of me losing my job was so… close?

I felt the knife twist before I even knew it was there.

I stood up, my throat closing.

“I…” I couldnt even get the words out.

“I should go…”

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Chef Reynard didnt say anything. He just looked at me for a moment, his eyes softening.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to curl into a ball and just cry for a few hours. My career, everything that I had worked so hard for, was over.

I turned toward the door, my heart shattering.

“Stop, Kera,” he said.

I turned back, blinking through tears.

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Chef Reynard reached into his pocket and pulled out a small ultraviolet flashlight.

The room went still again.

“Theres a security measure in place,” he said, his voice even. “I have marked all the caviar jars with an invisible, transparent ink, one that leaves residue on anyone who touches it. This is the new batch, and no one has worked with these yet, so only the person who stole the jar would have the stuff on their hands.”

A ripple of murmurs swept through the staff.

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He held the jar under the light, and sure enough, a faint, glowing mark was smeared along the lid.

“We started doing this a few years ago when we had another case of sticky fingers. One of our waiters was walking away with our caviar and bottles of champagne, ready to sell on the internet.”

Then he turned the light to his hands. They were clean except for his fingers, where he had held the jar moments before.

His eyes met mine, and he almost smiled.

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“Everyone, hands out. Now.”

One by one, we stretched our arms out as he held the light to them.

Nothing.

Dirty nails.

Nothing.

Then…

A faint glow appeared on someones fingertips.

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Thats when the entire world tilted.

Sam.

The soft blue stain lit up on her skin, it was unmistakable. A choked sound left my throat. My best friend, my sister, sat there, caught red-handed.

Chef Reynard stared at her in disbelief.

“I need you to explain yourself,” Chef said.

“I… Chef…” Sam tried to say, her face drained of color.

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“I never thought someone would do this to their best friend,” he said quietly.

Then, his voice hardened and his face darkened, anger taking over.

“You set her up? You set Kera up? You were willing to destroy her career for a promotion?”

Her mouth opened, desperate.

“Maybe someone else touched it before me… and I touched something they touched.”

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Chef Reynard didnt even blink.

“Just go, Sam.”

I watched her grasp for anything to save herself. But there was nothing.

She knew it.

I knew it.

She stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the tiles. Her eyes flicked to me, just for a second.

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And in that second, I saw something that made my blood boil.

Sam didnt think shed get caught.

She wasnt sorry. She was angry.

She stormed out, and just like that, she was gone.

The room was silent.

I was still shaking. I felt betrayed and hurt, heartache worse than Id ever felt before.

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“Kera,” Chef Reynard said.

“I meant what I said,” he continued. “I dont tolerate thieves in my kitchen. And I couldnt believe that it was you. I just… couldnt. Lets go to my office.”

We went to his office. I followed him quietly, my hands still shaking.

“Kera,” he said, sitting down. “I didnt want to believe it because I had just drawn up something for you. But I need you to know that I dont tolerate people who betray their own.”

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He placed a single piece of paper in front of me.

A contract.

“You worked your butt off for this place, my girl,” he said. “Ive noticed it from the beginning. And youve earned your spot as head chef.”

I took a deep breath.

“I had nothing to do with Sams actions,” I said. “Absolutely nothing.”

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He smiled and held a pen out for me.

And I signed my name.

After my shift, I stopped at a food truck on my way home, trying to wrap my mind around everything. How was I going to go to our apartment and face Sam?

I wanted to slap her for almost costing me my job, but I was also worried about what she was going to do next.

I had been saving over the years. Sam had not, wanting to spend everything on clothing and alcohol. I highly doubted she had any savings, or at least enough to get by until she got a new job.

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But I shouldnt have worried.

When I walked into our apartment, Jenna, our roommate, was sitting on the couch playing video games. Sam was nowhere to be seen.

“Shes gone,” Jenna said, pausing the game.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Shes gone. She packed up, and some guy named Dylan came to help her take her things. She said to tell you that she wanted more for herself and that she needs to find her happiness out of your shadow.”

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What the actual heck?

“Thanks, Jenna,” I said, flopping down on the couch next to her.

“What happened? She got fired? She quit?”

“How about I tell you tomorrow?” I asked. “I just want to get into bed.”

I was devastated, but I had never felt the way I had before. There was so much anger and hurt. Pain that demanded to be felt.

If this is what Sam was truly capable of, then maybe I was better off without her.

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