On more than one occasion, leaving late at night, she saw my workstation still lit, documents from three different departments piled high.
But she only offered a cold smile. "Young people should consider extra work a blessing. It builds character."
As for a promotion or a raise? Those conversations never happened.
They had placated me with the hollow title of "General Manager of Operations." Prestigious on paper. In reality, a glorified janitor for other people's messes.
"Alex Dickerson!"
Willow's voice cut through my thoughts like a lash.
"If you have issues, file a formal complaint through proper channels." Her eyes narrowed. "Why threaten resignation over nothing? Ask yourself—has this company treated you unfairly in seven years? We overlooked your educational background. Gave you a platform. Trained you. Now you're throwing a tantrum over a travel itinerary? Immature. Irresponsible."