Part 2The Five-Year Intern

"Jiang Yuan, can't you stand in my shoes and think about me? I'm tired to death every day. Can't you be considerate of me?" The sound of men clinking glasses came from Claire's side.

I gritted my teeth, thinking that it wasn't easy for her, and decided to compromise one more time.

So, I kindly reminded her, "Rest early. It's not good to drink with the opposite sex so late!"

Before I finished speaking, Claire yelled violently, "Jiang Yuan, what are you? You're bossing me around? Let me tell you, if it weren't for the fact that you're an old employee, I would have let you leave the company long ago. Do you believe it? If the company leaves you, there are a lot of people better than you waiting to come to my company!"

After speaking, she seemed to hang up the phone angrily.

I had to believe it. The next day, colleagues whispered that a returnee intern was coming to the company, with a monthly salary of $25,000, which was several times mine.

This time, I finally couldn't help it and barged into her office again.

"Claire, a colleague just said that you hired an intern, and his salary is several times mine, right?" I tried my best to make my tone sound natural.

Claire snorted coldly and said, "Do I need to report to you when I hire someone? Don't think that just because you are a veteran of the company, I have to listen to you. Don't you take a look at yourself in the mirror? You're almost thirty, and you haven't achieved anything."

Holding back my anger, my voice trembled uncontrollably, "But why is he only here, with a monthly salary of $25,000, while I only have a monthly salary of $3,800 until now?"

She said impatiently, "You don't even understand this. Gu Yunze is a returnee student, the exact talent our company needs. Which company doesn't lack such talent now? What do you understand!"

I bit my lip and asked softly, "So, is this the reason why you won't give me a raise?"

Claire slapped the table angrily and said, "Jiang Yuan, are you sick? I am the president of the company. What kind of person I want to use has nothing to do with you. If you want to work, work. If you don't want to work, I don't welcome you."

I asked with final hope, "Claire, I'm asking for a raise. If it continues like this, I really can't go on."

Claire sneered, "Do you not understand human language? Starting next month, I'll give you a raise of $200. Are you deaf? Also, what kind of bullshit is this proposal you wrote? Take it back and rewrite it for me!"

She slapped the proposal on my face, and my cheek suddenly hurt from the blow.

I knew she was deliberately finding fault, and this proposal was done a few days ago.

I went back to the department resentfully. Some colleagues looked up at me, and many people had sarcastic smiles on their lips.