When the Golden Goose Bites Back

days were qui

week dragged on. The wire transfers they were all expecting

atthew started pacing the halls, his face tight with anxiety. He

quiet junior analyst who sat

g okay? I heard Matthew yelling at the accoun

m. He was smart, observant, and respected my work

aguely, giving him a small, reassur

ed, but he nodded and

thew couldn't make payroll. The "bonuses" he had promised were a distant dre

erosity" were now casting worried, resentful glances in my direction. Th

absolute bare minimum. I answered emails slowly. I filed paperwork. I

for a new, major client, a high-end wellness brand ca

olly. I ignored it. It bu

comps for the Aura pi

my phone back in my purse.

desk. Her face was flushed. "Did you not see my text?

e day, Molly," I said calmly.

0 AM! That's not enough time

I said, and walked out, leaving he

sy. They had tried to humiliate me and steal

myself I' d forgotten a document. As I walked past the main conference room,

clearly not a team player. After we land Aura Wellness, we're giving her clients

course, Matthew. I can handle

ocument her underperformance for a few weeks, t

plan had just solidified. They weren't just going to fire me. I was