The Bonus That Broke Me

gan. It was petty at first, des

t," Madisyn ordered, dropping a dirty coffee mu

oss the paper. "That' s not my job, Mad

ay it is," she snappe

was to cause a scene, to give her the satisfaction of a public fight. So I picked up the mug, my jaw tight, and walked to th

ned, she had

ier is jammed

a technicia

she said with a shrug. "My uncle

aising her for this, for her "proactive management." He saw her bullying me a

acks. Each menial task was a deliberate humiliation, a message to everyone in the office: Jennifer Jones, the

e coming and quickly turn away, their faces full of a cowardice I was beginni

endar. Christmas was approaching. The bonu