The bricks and beams of a company never belong to the employees.
At 9:30 p.m., I shut down my computer and emailed the content pitch to the boss. I also exported the raw footage I had shot during work. Aside from my daily tasks, I had my own account recording daily life. Usually, I was too busy to edit, but today was different.
For two years, I had completed every task above and beyond standard.
I didn't owe this company a thing.
Saturday was my day off. Yesterday, I had chatted with Isabella Lambert, and we scheduled an interview for Monday.
With my mind made up, I finally allowed myself to sleep in. But before I could even eat breakfast, Joanna messaged me, ordering me to come to the office to monitor the data.
*[Joanna, today is my day off,]* I reminded her.
Her call came through immediately.
"Rose Floyd, why has your attitude been so terrible lately?" she demanded. "If I had time, I'd watch it myself! Haohhao is sick, and Blake is on a business trip. You're his elder, for god's sake. What is wrong with coming over to check the data? You're one of us. Why are you making such a fuss over a simple favor?"
Speechless.