The $30M Neighbor

"Fifty bucks to rent out a ten-million-dollar luxury hot spring retreat?

With prime A5 Wagyu and black truffles included? And if I refuse, it means I 'lack team spirit'?"

Staring at my supervisor's tag on WhatsApp, I let out a dry, bitter laugh.

My manager, Stacy, wanted to suck up to our newly hired director, Julian. So she took it upon herself to volunteer "my family's" luxury spa estate for a thirty-person team retreat.

The problem was, my parents just ran a rundown, budget motel down the road.