قصص وروايات قصيرة من فئة Imagination وعن Feel-Good Story وتدور في Workplace

At the company's eighth-anniversary livestream, the host asked Derrick, "Mr. Waterson, you started in a tiny 12-square-meter shop and built all this. Who deserves the most credit?" At that time, he took my hand in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers and said, "My wife, of course. I wouldn't be where I am today without Lydia." The comments flooded with praise for our perfect marriage. However, he pinned a "Co-Founder" badge onto Natasha's chest himself while mine was just a "Mr. Waterson's Wife" badge. In my previous life, I had confronted him right after the livestream. "She has shares. What about me?" Derrick pushed a 5-million-dollar guarantee agreement toward me while saying, "Natasha is an outsider. Why would she work hard for me if I don't give her any shares? On the other hand, you're my wife. Are you really going to keep score with me?" … That night, I signed it. Six months later, the company went bust. Natasha took her 35% shares and the key clients to a new company, while Derrick moved every asset he could. By the time 12 creditors showed up at my door, I finally saw the shareholder register. Derrick: 65% shares. Natasha: 35% shares. Lydia: 0% shares. All I had was the title of legal representative and five million in personal debt. … When I opened my eyes again, the livestream camera was pointed straight at me. Derrick smiled and handed me the microphone. "Darling, say a few words." I took it and pointed at the badge on Natasha's chest. "Mr. Waterson, you just said there would be no success without me. In that case, would you care to tell everyone exactly how many shares I own?"