Nobody Messes with the Code Master

Summary

The project I had poured my heart and soul into earned the company over a hundred million in profit, yet the credit was handed to the vice president's nephew.

I stood in a corner, the stack of source code documents trembling in my hands, nearly crushed by my grip.

That nephew—who couldn't even get Hello World to compile—was now on stage, smiling brightly as he accepted the award.

The vice president came over and draped an arm around my shoulder like we were old friends.

"You're just an outsourced worker," he said casually. "These honors wouldn't mean anything to you anyway. Jason is new.