Cancel and Regret

When I got home from work, I suddenly received a video push alert on my phone.The title was written in an eye-catching font.[I earn only $3,000 a month, but my boss forced me to participate in a team-building activity that costs an average of $30,000 per person. Will you want this good fortune?]The thumbnail featured Cynthia's face, which was filled with unwillingness.My heart sank sharply as I clicked on the video. The opening was a promotional video of a six-star hotel in the Madiles, but it was edited with a depressing black-and-white filter and accompanied by sad music.The caption emerged.[The boss's empty promise sure looks tempting.]The scene switched to Cynthia's workstation, where a regular form was zoomed in on.The caption that followed wrote: [Unfortunately, I am just an employee who wants to get off work in peace.]Then came a close-up of her on the verge of tears, captioned: [I was told to use my precious weekend to attend a large group performance. I am sp

The next morning, the company's spacious conference room was packed.The atmosphere buzzed with excitement and eagerness, not like a crisis meeting but more like a reward sharing session.Cynthia and Larry were sitting in the front row, surrounded by a group of young colleagues.Larry boasted, "I told you Mr. Sander is soft-hearted. As long as we unite and make a big fuss, he will surely compromise! "Cynthia was even more smug, even secretly livestreaming with her phone.The title of the livestream was particularly eye-catching.[Everyone, witness how Gen Zs reorganize the workplace and how we take welfare back from capitalists!]At 9 AM sharp, I walked into the conference room.Everyone instantly fixed their gaze on me. There were gloat, gossip, and anticipation.I walked up to the front of the stage and bowed deeply. "Sorry."A murmur rippled through the audience before thunderous applause exploded.In Cynthia's livestream chat, the screen was instantly flooded with comme

I quietly looked at the joint statement on my desk, which carried the employees' "wisdom", before looking up again at Larry, who was standing opposite me with an expectant expression tinted with confidence. I almost burst out laughing.They were smart, so smart that they thought they could manipulate everyone at will.In front of Larry, I slowly picked up the statement and read it word by word, as if appreciating a work of art. Later, I got up and walked to the shredder in the corner of the office. I fed the document, which carried all their hopes, into the machine's opening.Screech!Amid the shrill and ruthless shredding sound, Larry's humble smile instantly froze before turning into shock and disbelief. Mr. Sander, what... what do you mean by this?" His voice trembled a little.I turned around, leaned against my desk, and gave him a cold stare. "A solution? No, Larry, this is not a solution; it is extortion. You are attempting to extort the company collectively and using fake d

At exactly 5 PM, the HR director placed a statistical report and a resignation application form on my desk at the same time. The statistical report showed that the company had 412 employees, among whom 409 had signed. The rate of those who signed was as high as 99.3%. Meanwhile, the resignation application was from three employees who did not sign.Two of them submitted their resignation letters after the email was sent out yesterday, citing personal development reasons as the reason. They did not even ask for compensation and just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.The remaining one was Cynthia's best friend, who was usually the closest to her. She hesitated until the very last moment. Eventually, she was summoned for a talk by the legal department on the grounds of suspected involvement in business defamation and leakage of internal company information. An hour later, she came out crying and submitted her resignation.My phone rang. It was Cynthia.As soon as the cal