Chapter 22
The notion of ordinary employees banding together to confront the boss was, in my opinion, akin to suicide. In the boss’s eyes, it would only be seen as a ploy for credit, a veiled threat. If I were to dare such a thing, I’d be the first to fall.
And closing deals worth over two million dollars? Was it really that simple?
I’d been with Skylight in Sevan for over a year, and the biggest deal I’d ever witnessed was only one million eight hundred thousand dollars. If I were to go around seeking assistance, who would even bother?
Everyone was green with envy over the big deal I had landed. If I were to actually go through with it, they’d be secretly rejoicing at my downfall. I knew my colleagues all too well; none of them wanted anyone else to outshine them.
"I understand your feelings," Jessica began, trying to placate me, "but the company’s policy is what it is, and we all have to abide by it."
She continued. "I know you’ve been wronged, and this project wouldn’t have been possible without you. How about this: once you finish this project, I’ll promote you, and then you’ll be Melody’s deputy. How does that sound?"
Her words made me want to lash out and give her a good smack. This woman was ruthless.
She’d strike you with a stick, then offer you a sweet date, the kind that was only for show, not for consumption. Once this project was over, I was certain she’d dismiss me without a second thought.
My frustration was at its peak.
If I were to cause a scene, she might not fire me because of the project. But stalling the project’s progress would be hard to justify to Edward.
Favors were favors, work was work. Blurring the lines not only tarnished one’s character but also invited disdain from others.