I Paid the Bill, Then They Paid the Price
Language: en
At the Christmas party, Bella Snow, a Gen Z intern in my department, suggested we go to an exclusive private restaurant. Under the table, she rubbed her foot against my calf. "Director," she purred, "if you don't have a few too many drinks tonight, how am I supposed to get my chance to move up?" To avoid any suggestion of impropriety, I made a point of arriving late. When I walked in, I found they had ordered ten king crabs and two bottles of Louis XIII. The moment she saw me, Bella stood up, a triumphant smirk on her face, and led the other interns towards the door. "Oh, the Director's…