In that moment, the noise around my table in the private hall seemed to disappear. The only thing left echoing in the air was the laughter of Clare Randall, the intern.I slowly lowered my cup, my fingertips turning slightly white from the pressure.Five years ago, the company had only a dozen or so employees, all crammed into a dilapidated residential unit.During the interview, the company's founder, Grant Conner, held my hand and spoke sincerely."Shania, the company is just starting out. Right now, I can only offer you three thousand dollars. But rest assured, as long as we grow and succeed, I'll make sure you get your fair share."I believed him.For five years, I handled administration, human resources, and part of the business development work all by myself.I watched the company grow from a dozen employees to the 300 it had today. I watched Mr. Conner's car upgrade from a used Volkswagen to a Porsche Cayenne.I always thought everyone was like me—still scraping by on me
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