Quit After Two Years of Insults Now Theyre Begging Me to Stay — Novel

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In the relentless grind of a startup, Rose Floyd is caught in a web of unfulfilled promises and crushing demands, working tirelessly under the illusion of a family-like bond. After two years of juggling multiple roles and receiving nothing but insults in return, she reaches her breaking point. Just when she thinks she's ready to quit, the very people who took her for granted beg her to stay. Can loyalty survive when ambition is met with exploitation?

As the pressure mounts, Rose finds herself at a crossroads. Should she cling to the hope of future rewards promised by her boss, Blake Rowe, or break free for a chance at something better? With her worth unrecognized and her dreams stifled, the allure of a more lucrative position begins to shimmer tantalizingly in the distance. Yet, leaving behind the familiar faces and the chaos of her current job is no simple task.

Amidst the swirling tension of workplace politics, family obligations, and the struggle for self-worth, Rose must decide: Will she sacrifice her own happiness for the sake of loyalty, or will she finally take the leap into the unknown? With everything on the line, the stakes have never been higher.

Quit After Two Years of Insults Now Theyre Begging Me to StayChapter 1

Blake Rowe had just finished selling us another pipe dream. Once the company went public next year and secured financing, everyone in this room would be considered a founding shareholder.

The very next second, his wife's voice sliced through the air.

"Rose, my son is out of school. Go pick him up."

I tore my gaze from the document on my screen and tilted my head, fighting to keep my voice steady. "Joanna, this content pitch is urgent. Mr. Rowe needs it by end of day."

Her brows knitted together. "If it's due today, then come back and work overtime! During work hours, isn't it normal for a leader to assign additional tasks?"

Pressure tightened around my ribs. I had joined this company before I even graduated. In two years, my salary had crawled from 3,500 to 4,500 dollars. I was the copywriter, editor, operations manager, and client liaison all rolled into one. Yet it felt less like I was a marketing professional and more like a high-end nanny who happened to bring her own laptop.

I grabbed my coat. Before I could reach the door, Joanna barked another order.

"Pick up some meat for dinner, too."