The Bonus That Broke Me
gan. It was petty at first, des
t," Madisyn ordered, dropping a dirty coffee mu
oss the paper. "That' s not my job, Mad
ay it is," she snappe
was to cause a scene, to give her the satisfaction of a public fight. So I picked up the mug, my jaw tight, and walked to th
ned, she had
ier is jammed
a technicia
she said with a shrug. "My uncle
aising her for this, for her "proactive management." He saw her bullying me a
acks. Each menial task was a deliberate humiliation, a message to everyone in the office: Jennifer Jones, the
e coming and quickly turn away, their faces full of a cowardice I was beginni
endar. Christmas was approaching. The bonu
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