I'm no Scapegoat, I'm Your Boss
The Solitary KiteWorkplaceFeel-Good StoryPlot TwistsMultiple IdentitiesGirl Power
Gold prices had recently crashed, and five hundred thousand dollars' worth of purchase reserves had vanished from the branch's accounts.
Jane Lynch, the department manager, threw a report in my face.
"Mavis Gomez! We sent you to buy equipment, and you used the money to trade gold? The chairman is inspecting the branch this afternoon. Sign this confession now, and the company might still put in a good word for you."
Thomas Jones, the branch manager, stood beside her and tapped the table. "You're an intern with no connections. Where did you find the audacity to do such a thing?"
My coworkers were already blaming me in the company group chat for costing them their year-end bonuses.
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