My Biased Wife Ended Up With Nothing
On the day before the Christmas holidays start, my wife, Irene Owens, intends to promote me and give me a raise in order to celebrate my feat of closing a hundred-million-dollar deal. But her assistant, Cody Harrington, purposefully feeds her some cake.
Irene, who's known to be a germaphobe, doesn't show any trace of disgust as she subconsciously accepts the spoon, which is tainted with Cody's saliva, into her mouth.
The employees begin cheering for them on the spot. Some ask if they are about to get married.
Not only does Irene not refute those questions, but she also promotes Cody to a department manager on the spot.
When a colleague next to me realizes how silent I've been, he nudges me in the side.
"Hey Seb, you're the veteran employee who's stuck by Ms. Owens' side for so long. Why aren't you reacting to the news?"
I merely sneer as I toss my share transfer agreement to Cody.
"A promotion isn't enough, is it? You can have these shares as your wedding gift."