A young woman arrives at a company expecting to take charge, only to be dismissed by a trainee who mistakes her for a valet and orders her to move her car. Her arrival sets up a clash between old-guard arrogance and a new authority determined to prove who really runs the business.
told me about the purchase why buy something that expensive as a company car when i drive it to meetings clients take us seriously deal rates go up but if you don't like it forget it I'd choked on the answer, because for the last five years, I'd been abroad, taking care of my sick father while finishing my Damon had been running the company for us.
Out of trust and gratitude, I'd finally nodded. I never imagined the for the company part was a lie, that he was really buying it to show off to an intern, and looking at Brielle An intern, dressed head to toe in easily six figures of designer everything. Company car, obviously.
Brielle caught me looking and thought I was intimidated. She smugly jangled the keys in her hand. Mr. Sinclair said the second my internship ends, I'm moving straight up to the executive floor. So this car is mine to drive however I want.
The rules in this company are mine to set however I want. Executive matters aren't for some low-level employee like you to weigh in Get it now? Move your junk car already. Parking there is embarrassing for the company Also, I'm writing you up. 50% pay cut. Consider it a warning.
Pay cut? I show up to work, park in the company lot, and you're cutting my pay for what reason? because I heard an intern's feelings. She stumbled a step back, then stabbed her finger at me. You! You're new here. How dare you talk to me like that?
I'm telling you, in this company, I dock whoever's pay I feel like docking. You want to test me? I can have you out the door in five minutes! Her voice was loud. A crowd had gathered around us, whispering.