A Gen‑Z Snitch Ruined My Name
But amid the cheers, a discordant voice suddenly cut through.
"Ms. Pierce, I object."
The speaker was the new Gen Z intern, Sylvie Mercer. She stood up, her face full of righteous indignation.
"What you're doing is basically encouraging toxic competition and creating holiday anxiety! Everyone may say they're choosing freely, but when they see others working overtime and making money, can they really relax? Isn't this just forcing us to trade our lives for money?
The room fell completely silent.
"Sylvie, the company respects everyone's choices," I explained patiently, looking at her. "Whether you work overtime or not is entirely up to you. No one is forcing you.