Their Billion Dollar Mistake

Summary

To land a ten-million-dollar deal, I’d spent all night with a client, nursing coffees until my ulcer felt like it was burning a hole through my stomach. I got to the office the next morning and clocked in three seconds late.

My boss’s son, Kyle, stormed up to me and threw a cup of scalding coffee right in my face.

“You have the nerve to show your face?” he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “Look at you. You look like you just crawled out of a gutter. Which C-level exec did you have to sleep with last night to get your win?”