The Golden Exit
Language: en
I had just stepped onto the stage for the company’s holiday gala raffle when my boss, Gavin Chase, shoved a crumpled piece of paper into my hand. "Top Salesman's exclusive prize! Go on, open it up and show everyone!" he sneered. Under the expectant gaze of the entire company, I unfolded the paper. Scrawled in messy handwriting were the words: Janitorial Duty: Clean all office restrooms for three days. As the room erupted in laughter, Gavin crossed his arms, smirking at me. "Generous, right? I mean, we all know your sales numbers come from sleeping with wealthy cougars. It’s dirty…