Zero Credit
Language: en
For six years, the company's Office Admin, Sarah, has given me the worst holiday bonus gifts. While others walk away with King Crab legs and luxury gift baskets, I'm left with a styrofoam cooler full of rotting fruit. When I confronted her, she sneered, "Trash gets trash." I didn't argue. I kept my head down for six years, silently climbing from an invisible nobody to the Lead Project Auditor. Then came the Annual Core Bidding Meeting. I flipped through a proposal— The legal representative of the bidding company was none other than the "perfect husband" Sarah had bragged about for six…