Bananas and the Monkey Me

Summary

Payday. The day I was supposed to see a hundred grand hit my account. Instead, I saw one thousand.

I went to my boss’s office to find out why.

He slapped the pay stub on his desk and roared, “A hundred-thousand-dollar bonus? Have you got dollar signs in your eyes? Our receptionist, Chloe, makes two thousand a month. The janitor makes fifteen hundred. What makes you so damn special?”

I fought to keep my voice steady. “I generated fifty million in revenue for this company this year. According to my contract, this is what I’m owed.”