Bonus Theft, The Sales Queen Quits

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My Christmas bonus, supposed to be twenty grand, turned into two hundred bucks.

I asked Mr. Henderson if there'd been a mistake.

He just sighed, "Tough year, kid. Market's been rough. We'll make it up to you next time."

I stared at my name on the sales sheet―four million in revenue.

Yeah, right. That's a load of bull, and I ain't buying it.

I quit that night and marched straight into the shop across the street.

...

That afternoon, Mr. Henderson strolled into the store carrying two iced