The Quiet Recount

I arrived before everyone else. Same desk. Same chair. Same silence.

I believed hard work spoke for itself. My boss arrived late every day.

Coffee in hand. Expensive suit. He called us a family. Families dont threaten

layoffs. I built the project. He presented it. Used I a

lot. They applauded him. I stayed quiet. Months passed. Same pay.

Bonus season came. I exceeded every target. Budget constraints he said.

That night, he drove off in a new car. Not anger.

Clarity. I stopped impressing. I started watching. Reports shifted. I saved everything.