My Cheap Car Ruined Him
Language: en
The company was rolling out new vehicle allowances, and Patrice from HR was collecting our car details. When she saw the Kia Forte I’d filled out, she actually laughed. For a long time. “Jax, sweetie, why do you need a mileage allowance?” she said, still chuckling. I frowned, confused. She leaned in conspiratorially. “You can just run a few Uber shifts on your way to and from the office, right?” I thought she was kidding. She wasn't. The allowance was denied. I cornered Bryce Sullivan, the Vice President who’d once been my manager, to appeal. He didn’t even look up from his desk. “Look at…