The $18,000 Corporate Dinner Trap
Language: en
I was stuck in traffic and arrived late to the restaurant, just in time to hear the new female intern badmouthing me through the crack in the private dining room door. "Mark is, what, in his thirties? He’s always hovering around me at work. He thinks he can hit on me? Like he even deserves a chance? I’m not going to humor him!" "In a minute, I’m going to order ten portions of the most expensive dishes on the menu. Whatever we can't finish, we'll pack up and take home! I’m going to make Mark foot the bill!" Everyone in the room cheered, praising her for being a "Gen Z icon taking down…