Working Overtime and Asked to Pay the Electricity Bill

The room had been full of people listening to the VP, Mr. Foster, boast about the future.

My sudden intrusion shattered the harmonious atmosphere.

Mr. Foster glanced at the phone and quickly regained his superior expression.

He said the announcement was already very clear.

He claimed that staying in the company outside working hours caused a waste of resources that employees should bear themselves.

“The company isn’t a free hotel, and neither are we your parents. We don’t take freeloaders,” he said.

I laughed angrily. “We worked overtime and did all-nighters to help the company save costs. We brought the launch date forward by two months, and you call us freeloaders?”

I pointed out that a pregnant employee had nearly collapsed.

“It’s exactly because of what you’ve accomplished that we went easy on you with the punishment. You’ve been occupying company resources without permission and should have been fined half of your monthly wages. But because you’ve brought forward the launch date of the new game, we decided to just give you a little punishment by paying the electricity bill this month.”

At that moment, my anger turned into calm.

I immediately called the CEO, Ian Yates.

The call was repeatedly hung up.

Mr. Foster said smugly, “Don’t bother. It’s Mr. Yates’ decision as well.”

I felt as if cold water had been poured over my head.

I realized they were using overtime as an excuse to kick me out and monopolize the achievement.

Seeing that I failed to contact Ian, Mr. Foster became even more smug.

He mocked, “So what if you founded this company with Mr. Yates? The company is about to be listed, and it has multiple branches as well. Mr. Yates is already way out of your reach. You’re just a technical director at one of the branches, that’s all. Who do you think you are? You’re just a 35-year-old woman who only knows how to type code. You’d better know your place. You’re the one who can’t survive without the company and not the other way around!”

I trembled with rage as I stared Mr. Foster in the eyes.

The latter sat there with a big belly and fancy clothes. He squinted his eyes as he looked at me slyly.

My colleagues and I were all wearing dirty clothes and had dark circles around our eyes. We were practically a mess.

Other colleagues started pointing fingers at us and laughing mockingly.

This made us look like clowns.

I continued to call Ian, but he kept declining my calls.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down. Then I stopped calling Ian.

After that, I logged on to the company’s system in front of everyone and submitted my resignation.

It was approved almost instantly.

When I saw Ian approving instantly, I couldn’t help but laugh.

I was laughing at myself for being so stupid and wasting 15 years of my life.

I was also laughing at myself because I failed to see a person’s true colors.

I nearly cried in the end, but I forced back the tears.

Such a company was not worth my tears.

I took another deep breath before turning on my heels and leaving the private room.

Since the company decided to be heartless, I would do the same.

It was time to settle the scores between us.