One Extra Dish Cost Me My 500k Bonus Novel – The company was having a dinner gathering, and everyone had a say in the menu. As my turn came, the new intern, Juliet Robinson, snatched the menu from my hands. “I’ve said we’ve ordered enough. Stop right there,” she snapped. I ignored her and turned to the waiter. “I’ll have a strawberry smoothie.” Juliet slammed the menu against my face, glaring at me with fury. “I said no ordering, and I meant it! Who do you think you are, someone so important?” The menu’s sharp edge left a stinging red mark on my face, and my temper instantly ignited.
Without thinking, I snatched the menu and slapped her back across the face with it. She shrieked instantly in a mix of pain and rage. “Do you even know who I am? My father is Mark Robinson, this company’s biggest client!” “Even the CEO treats me with respect. How dare you touch me? Stop this now, or I’ll have your sales quota canceled and your name blacklisted across the industry!” I froze, trying not to laugh in disbelief.
My uncle, Mark Robinson, had been single for the past forty years. When on earth did he get a daughter? … Interpreting my silence as shock, Juliet only grew bolder. “Scared now? People like you, who only rely on your looks to get ahead, shouldn’t even be at a company dinner, let alone dare to order food.” She really thought I climbed the corporate ladder just by my appearance? I woke up at the crack of dawn to work on proposals.
I worked eight-hour shifts on construction sites, covered in dirt and so sunburned my mother wouldn’t recognize me. And she dares to accuse me of relying on my face? I pushed my chair back, stood up, and met her eyes directly. “Juliet, you better watch your words. I earned my position with skill and ability, not by using my face.
Everyone can see that,” I said, my voice cold. “This company dinner isn’t your personal party, and if anyone’s not allowed to order, it’s you. No wonder the atmosphere in this room is toxic—it’s just you spewing nonsense!” A few coworkers stifled their laughter, knowing just how atrocious Juliet’s behavior had been since she started.
In the month since Juliet joined as an intern, she treated every colleague like her personal servant. A new employee, Tiffany, once refused to get her coffee, so Juliet poured the entire scalding cup over her head, leaving Tiffany with a burn on her scalp. Instead of apologizing, Juliet threatened Tiffany, saying, “If you dare ask for an apology, I’ll have you kicked out of the company!” In the end, the company paid for Tiffany’s medical bills. I had been tempted to intervene, but my coworkers stopped me. I was confused.
Why were they so afraid to speak up? Then I understood. The “Mark Robinson’s daughter” title made everyone back off. Juliet’s face turned crimson with rage, and she jabbed a finger at me, shouting. “Nancy! You won’t get away with this! Without my father’s support, this company would collapse! I’m in charge of tonight’s dinner, and if I say you can’t order, then you absolutely can’t!” “You’re nothing but a joke. And if you dare try to stop me, I’ll make sure you’re out of here tomorrow.” The waiter, clearly uncomfortable, looked at me for confirmation.
“Ma’am, do you still wish to place the order?” “Yes,” I said, without hesitation. I wasn’t about to let her have the last word. I brought millions in revenue to this company, and I can’t even order a single smoothie? Suddenly, the door slammed open, and the boss, Josh White, walked in, his face dark with anger. “What’s all this arguing about?” he demanded. Before I could explain, Juliet pouted dramatically and completely fabricated the narrative.
Josh’s icy gaze shifted to me before he spoke, his voice sharp. “Nancy, you’ve been with the company for a year now. Don’t you know that frugality is one of our core values?” “Juliet is simply looking out for the company’s bottom line. What’s the fuss about not ordering one single drink? Can’t you manage without it?” He paused before adding. “And hitting someone is completely unacceptable.
You need to apologize to Juliet right now and pay her a thousand dollars in emotional damages. Otherwise, this issue won’t be resolved.” I couldn’t help but laugh, incredulous. “Mr. White, are you seriously demanding that I apologize and pay her compensation?” His face darkened, and Tiffany quickly tugged at my sleeve. “Please, Nancy, don’t make it worse. Juliet is Mark’s daughter, and you can’t afford to cross her. Mr. White is counting on her to close the deal with Euphoria,” Tiffany whispered. I couldn’t hold back a scoff. “Just because she says her dad is Mark, you’re all ready to fall in line? Did she bring her family register with her when she joined?” Tiffany pulled out her phone and opened Juliet’s social media. “She’s not lying.
On her first day, Mr. Robinson personally drove her to the office and walked her in.” I stared at the