Chapter 2

The video's title was even more shocking. "I earn five thousand dollars, yet my boss makes me pay one dollar every day for high-blood-pressure meals!"

I tapped on the video.

It started with close-up shots of various meat dishes, overlaid with captions like "high fat, high sodium" and "calorie bomb." The video had cut out all the carefully balanced vegetables and free fruit our nutritionist had prepared.

The final frame was Lindsey's teary face.

"I don't need anything fancy. I don't care which master chef prepared the food. I just want to sleep in on weekends and have a free, healthy meal on workdays."

The comments blew up just as expected.

"Expose the company! Gen Z should be bold. We've got your back!"

"This is disgusting. The company calls it a benefit, yet they serve employees junk food. They even charge them!"

Among them, a few anonymous accounts really stood out.

"I work here, and I can vouch for this! Our health checkups keep getting worse every year. Our pay barely covers medical bills, and we still have to pay for these meals!"

"The veggie options in the cafeteria are awful. The company doesn't even care about us vegetarians!"

My hands and feet tingled with anger. The next day at lunch, I could feel the tension the moment I stepped into the cafeteria.

Several people had gathered around Lindsey. They pretended to scold her for being reckless, but their faces lit up with excitement for drama. Across the tables, others pointed at the food, whispering and smirking.

Someone even pulled out a takeout salad and spoke loudly to a friend. "What else can I do? I need to detox today, or I'll really end up with high blood pressure."

That afternoon, Robert walked into my office with Lindsey right behind him.

As soon as he stepped in, he wore an overly serious expression. "Mr. Shaw, don't be upset. Linz may have handled things in an extreme way, but she's speaking for many young people. For vegetarians like us, it's especially challenging."

Lindsey stood beside him, her arms crossed. She waved her phone at me. "Mr. Shaw, have a look. This is what people want, and it's the trend right now. If you don't switch to free healthy meals, I can't guarantee this won't go viral nationally by tomorrow."

Before I could respond, my assistant rushed in, looking pale. "Mr. Shaw, something's wrong. Mr. Zuckerberg from our partner company just called. He's asking whether our employee benefits are causing issues and raising health concerns."

I refreshed the page. Sure enough, Lindsey's video shot to the top of the local trending list, and the anonymous comments beneath it traced straight back to our office.

The IT Department quickly identified the sources.

"Seriously? Anyone can see it. They call it balanced nutrition, but it's worse than what I cook at home."

"Benefits? Give me a break. They claim the budget is 150 dollars, but the actual cost isn't even 15. Who knows if that meat is just frozen leftovers?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if the company is using cheap pre-made food and inflating the cost just to pocket the difference."

The lies made my head spin.

I looked at the two people gloating in front of me and felt an overwhelming sense of futility.

They wanted luxurious benefits, but they also expected an intern to take the fall if something went wrong. They fantasized about blowing things up just so the meal allowance could be converted into cash.

Everything I had worked so hard to create, and every careful choice made for their health, had become the sharpest weapon they could use against me.

At that moment, I began to wonder whether everything I had been holding on to over the years had ever meant anything at all.