One Overpriced King Crab, One Bankrupt Boss

A king crab in the company's storage is about to die. In order to prevent the company from suffering a loss, I decided to buy it at the price of 480 dollars and treat my friends to a nice feast.

The next day, my boss, Mitchell Wright, calls me to his office.

"Ms. Langford, it's true that the net price of a king crab is 480 dollars. But the company has a rule that states that if an employee buys the company's products, they still have to pay according to the selling price."

While I'm quite displeased, I still transfer an additional 400 dollars to the company's bank account.

But Mitchell raises his voice at me. "Stop being a smartass! The selling price of a king crab is 88 thousand dollars, not 880 dollars!"

I do my best to refute. "But we give all of our customers a 99% discount! Surely you can't force me to spend 88 thousand dollars on a crab!"

Mitchell just chuckles icily in return.

"Rules are rules! While customers are always right, you're nothing but a corporate slave! What makes you think you deserve to receive the same treatment as the customers?

"If you refuse to pay the selling price for the crab, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

As I watch Mitchell, who keeps yelling at me with spittle flying everywhere, I find myself filled with an eerie sense of calm.

I hope that Mitchell will still be able to chuckle when he finds out that my dad is the biggest seafood supplier.

"Since you're not willing to foot the bill, we'll just deduct it from your year-end bonus. It's also 88 thousand, anyway. That settles things between you and the company. Now, get back to work."

My boss, Mitchell Wright, waved me off, already leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, as if the matter was wrapped and signed.

I was so pissed I couldn't get a word out. I turned and walked straight out of his office.

Back at my desk, Cole Winter, from the next cubicle, leaned over.

"Hey, Louise. Mr. Wright just brought in a young guy," he said. "I heard he's some distant nephew, newly hired as procurement. Apparently, he's supposed to take over your job."

I let out a cold laugh.

No wonder Mitchell suddenly put me on the spot today, insisting I approve an 88-thousand-dollar king crab purchase. So, that was the play to push me out and free up the headcount for his relative.

I joined this online seafood company right after graduation. Over the last eight years, it wasn't like I hadn't received better offers. I stayed because I felt a sense of loyalty to the company. I didn't want to job-hop.

It turned out that loyalty carried no weight in Mitchell's eyes.

I had barely settled back into my seat when he walked over with a young man in his early 20s. "Ms. Langford, this is Zachary Dunn, our new procurement