I have worked like a slave for Marcell for so many years and my salary was lower than that of most leaders.
That day was supposed to be payday, but it had not arrived yet.
Everyone in the company knew about Marcell and me. They also knew the company’s current success was built on my relentless work and dedication.
So, when I noticed my salary had been lower, the motive was obvious. It was Marcell’s doing, no doubt.
With that realization, I dialed Marcell immediately, but the call went unanswered.
As frustration boiled over, I drove straight to the company, determined to confront him, only to be stopped at the entrance by security.
Monica was wearing a high-end dress and had a general manager's ID card hanging around her neck.
When she saw me, she was very surprised, “Haven't you been fired? Why are you still coming to the company?”
I suppressed my anger and asked, “When was I fired? How come I did not know?”
Monica spread her hands and smiled, “Didn't you want to break up with Marcell yesterday? This company is his. If he wants to fire you, does he have to ask you for permission?”
I clenched my fists and wanted to slap her.