One Dollar, One Winter
Two months after I joined the company, I sold off every stalled real estate project it had been sitting on for three years and pulled the failing business back from the edge of bankruptcy.
To keep me, the chairman sold me a thirty-million-dollar sky penthouse for one dollar.
On handover day, the new colleague, Ryan Wells, snatched my contract and sneered, "Connor, buying a sky penthouse for one dollar? Keep dreaming."
I told him to look at the company seal on the contract, but he burned it on the spot.
"Connor, don't think a few sales achievements mean you can use the back door to buy property.
"Even if the company really had a benefit like this, Lydia should be the first person to enjoy it!"
My girlfriend, who was also the sales manager, looked at me coldly.
"Connor, have some principles. The company is struggling, and you're still trying to take advantage?"
"Since reporting misconduct deserves a reward, I've decided to give your sales commission to Ryan.
"If you have a problem with that, don't come to work tomorrow!"
Furious enough to laugh, I took out my phone and called my sister directly.
"Victoria, cancel every purchase contract for the Eastbank project. I'm done here."