I looked at the picture and nearly dropped my jaw. There was my upright, sharp-dressed man standing in front of a luxury car—and next to him… was actually Sadie.
Sadie even added a caption.
[Thanks Dad for taking time out of his busy schedule to see me off for my internship. Promise, I won’t let you down.]
I immediately called my uncle—only to hear the cold, mechanical sound of a disconnected phone.
Seeing me refuse to apologize, Sadie gave me a wicked look.
“Phoebe, don’t regret this. I’ll make sure you pay for it!”
The next day, she made good on her words.
At the awards ceremony, the top sales award and the 70,000-dollar bonus that should’ve been mine… went to her.
The slides still showed my name in the acceptance speech; it hadn’t even been updated.
This was blatant robbery, and my chest burned with rage.
I immediately demanded an explanation.
“What’s the criteria for determining top sales? My projects this month totaled over one hundred million in revenue, generating tens of millions for the company, and I outperformed the second-place by five million in profit. Sadie didn’t even make a single order. So, may I ask all the leaders here… Why is the top sales award going to her?”