In less than ten minutes, my inbox was flooded.
**Isabella Lambert:** *[Ms. Floyd, your experience and skills are a perfect match for our Operations position. Probation salary is 8K, full benefits, and housing allowance. Do you have time to chat?]*
Before I could reply, Blake Rowe called me into his office.
He sat in his leather boss chair, sipping tea. "I heard what Joanna said earlier. Ms. Floyd, don't argue with her. I recognize your professional ability. The accounts you manage have generated significant revenue. You alone are worth several employees." He paused for dramatic effect. "After we hire more staff next year, we'll move you into management."
I adjusted my coat and looked at him in silence.
He said the same thing last year.
He said the same thing the year before that.
But the recruitment notice was never posted.
Why? Because I did everything. Blake held meetings and made decisions. Joanna handled the money—tightly—and only hired a part-time accountant for the books. Copywriting, editing, operations, client relations—that was all me.
I was worth several people, so there was no need for him to waste money hiring anyone else.