I Earned Millions, Got Mere Pennies

Summary

On the night I secured a fifty-million-dollar profit margin for the company, my year-end bonus finally cleared: $250.

In the memo line, there were only two words: Dog food.

At that exact moment, Scarlett, the HR director who barely knew how to open an Excel sheet, posted a photo of a Porsche key fob on her social media feed. Her caption read: “My favorite cousin spoils me the most! Seven-figure year-end bonus!”

The entire office waited for me to lose my mind or quit on the spot.

Instead, I smiled and sent a polite text to my boss: “Thank you, sir.”