Five Years as Their Doormat
Language: en
"Sophie, can you fix Tiffany’s proposal?" Mr. Davis didn't even look up from his desk. "It's not like you have anything important to do anyway." My fingers froze over the keyboard. At the desk next to mine, Tiffany Lee shot me a brilliant smile. "Thanks, Soph, you're a lifesaver. I have a nail appointment I just can't miss." She grabbed her purse and clicked away in her high heels. I watched her go, a slow smile spreading across my face. Five years. My salary was $4,000 a month. It hadn't gone up once in five years. Tiffany had been here for three years. Her salary was $7,500 a month. And…