At the company's celebration dinner, my boss, Patrick Gibson, handed me a gold-embossed envelope. "Evangeline, this 100 thousand dollars is yours. You've earned every penny of it."I tore open the envelope in front of everyone, and a sheet of paper fell out. In bold letters, it read, "Certificate of Recognition."I let out a bitter laugh. "Mr. Gibson, is this supposed to be my bonus?""Mr. Gibson, what's going on?" Anthony Thompson was the first to speak, clearly taken aback. He was my boyfriend of three years, and he worked at the same company. Like me, he'd assumed the envelope contained a payment slip for my bonus. In an instant, the ballroom fell silent as everyone turned to look at the paper in my hand. Patrick's smile faltered. He stepped closer and lowered his voice. "Evangeline, don't make a scene. We'll talk about your bonus later, in private."I didn't budge. Instead, I raised the paper a little higher. Patrick's expression shifted, and he turned to address the ro
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