"Dinner and a midnight snack. Less than ten bucks a person. Every single time, we had to dig into our own pockets just to not go hungry."
By then, I was barely holding it together.
Ronnie's expression turned cold.
"Claude, you can't just focus on your own contributions. You have to compare horizontally. Finance and Strategy contribute far more than your department."
I stood up and rolled my eyes so hard it hurt.
"What contributions? Blocking reimbursements?"
"Oh right—this year, our department submitted legitimate expense reports. Fifty thousand dollars' worth. The boss's niece, Vanessa Blake, the head of Finance, refused to approve a single one. No explanation. I guess that does save the company money."
"And Strategy?" I kept going. "The boss's distant relative who couldn't pass the college entrance exam, so he got shipped overseas for some worthless master's degree. Came back and landed the director title."
"Dylan Mercer. All year, his team's been busy filming vlogs and making us build mini-apps for their projects. Last month, they uploaded the wrong photo and cost us a major deal."
"That's contribution?"
The more I spoke, the angrier I got.