Minimum Wage, Maximum Revenge

On the day I started the job, the offer letter in my hand told a different story than the one I'd been promised. A million dollars a year had turned into three thousand dollars a month, printed in black and white.

I looked up. "This isn't what we agreed on."

The HR rep just smiled. "Ease into it first. We'll talk about a raise once you're off probation."

I picked up the pen and signed.

On the day of the signing ceremony, Mr. Pyatt was riding high. He turned to his assistant. "Has the money from the co-investment funds cleared yet?"