The Fifty-Dollar Cut Chapter 1

In the office, the boss was discussing with HR in Korean:

"Let Vice President Willa resign voluntarily before International Women's Day. It can save fifty dollars in holiday gifts."

"If she refuses to leave, block her reimbursements. Her grandfather has a tumor and needs money badly."

I clenched the contract in my hand.

They didn't know—I had taught myself Korean and had long reached level T5.

Since they are so ruthless, I don't need to be polite anymore.

It's time to take the core technology and start my own business...

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After the morning meeting, I walked out of the boss's office.

Thinking back to how they discussed firing me in Korean right in front of me, treating me like a fool, they were probably still smug about tricking me, right?

It's laughable that they didn't know I had already taught myself Korean to T5 level!

I knew all their schemes.

Passing by the break room, I suddenly heard people discussing me inside.

"Director Lee from the tech department left to start his own business. Why didn't he take Willa, whom he relied on the most?"

"Why else? Willa has no ability and no value, right? The new company didn't want her. Only our boss is kind enough to let her stay in the company and leech off."

Listening to the slander inside, anger rose in my heart, but I couldn't refute it.

Could I rush in and shout loudly: Director Lee invited me privately before he left, offering me a monthly salary of $5,000 and the position of tech director, but I rejected it?

Then I heard them continue: "If she has no ability, why is she so aggressive every day? Daring to challenge the boss?"

"That's why she's still single at 35. What man can stand her..."

"Do you know what's the funniest part? A few days ago, I heard from the HR director that Willa, a vice president, has been with the company for 6 years and her salary is only $1,500! Haha, the new employees I recruited this year have a monthly salary of $2,000."

$1,500? $2,000?

Hearing this accidentally, I was furious.

The company strictly prohibits employees from discussing salaries with each other. I have adhered to this rule for so many years, but I didn't expect to be exploited by the boss to this extent!

Thinking of the new employees in the tech department who knew nothing, only knew how to leech, yet had a higher monthly salary than me, a vice president, I couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to rush to the boss's office to question him.

My angry steps suddenly stopped. After a long while, I sighed dejectedly and walked back to my desk with heavy steps.

What's the use of making a scene?

The boss and directors had long suspected that I was a mole left by Director Lee and couldn't wait to kick me out.

But I didn't want to leave this company.