Taxing The Boss Cost Her Everything
Language: en
The company scrapped the annual gala this year. Instead, they cut checks for each department to host their own private dinners. I was stuck in a gridlock on the BQE, running late, and arrived just in time to hear the new intern, Madison, dragging my name through the mud inside the private dining room. "Gary has to be, what, in his mid-thirties? He’s always hovering around my desk. He actually thinks he has a shot with me? As if. I’m not playing nice with him anymore." "In a few minutes, I’m ordering ten of the most expensive things on the menu. If we can’t finish it, everyone just take a…