Left to Work While They Partied in the Maldives
Language: en
"Stella, you'll be sitting out the company retreat." Mona's voice drifted from the conference room, light and airy, as if she were commenting on the weather. I put down the file in my hand and turned my head. "Excuse me?" "The Maldives trip. Spots are limited, and someone has to stay behind to hold down the fort." She offered a thin, plastic smile. "Besides, your husband's the VP. You're not really going to make a fuss about this, are you?" The twenty-odd people in the room fell silent. Every eye was on me. I just stared at her. Five years. For five years, my sales numbers had been number…