Chapter 1

At the celebration dinner, I had just secured an exclusive distribution deal worth fifty million dollars, with my commission alone amounting to three million.

Yet, Mrs. Smith handed a hundred-thousand-dollar cashiers check to the new intern, Brittany, who only knew how to bat her eyelashes and flirt.

For me? A cheap plastic bee trophy and a fifty-dollar supermarket gift card.

She looked down on me, sneering, "Luna Miller, your commission is already substantial. This hundred-thousand-dollar bonus is for the new hire, a little encouragement. Don't be so greedy, Luna."

My colleagues erupted in laughter, enjoying my humiliation.

They had no idea that I was the *sole* designated person responsible for that fifty-million-dollar contract.

I smiled, placing the gift card on the table. "Fine, you can have fun with this distribution deal yourselves."

Three days later, the company's cash flow collapsed. Mrs. Smith knelt outside my villa, banging her head on the ground until it bled.

The company finally secured the fifty-million-dollar exclusive chip distribution contract.

The celebration dinner was held at the city's most expensive five-star hotel.

During the banquet, all eighty-plus employees stared at the mahogany tray on the stage.

Inside the tray was the highlight of the evening—the special project award.

Brittany, an intern who had only been with us for three months, stood delicately on stage in a pure white designer gown, her every movement exaggerated.

Mrs. Smith, beaming, picked up a hundred-thousand-dollar cashiers check from the tray and tucked it into Brittany's hand.

"Our Brittany might be new, but in this fifty-million-dollar battle, she served coffee, kept spirits high, and truly made an invaluable contribution!"

"This hundred thousand is the company's encouragement for young talent!"

The room burst into applause.

Brittany covered her mouth, her eyes welling up, and bowed repeatedly. "Thank you, Mrs. Smith! I promise to treat this company like my own home from now on!"

After the applause died down, Mrs. Smith's gaze swept through the crowd and landed on me, sitting in a corner.

Her smile instantly faded a bit, replaced by a look of lofty condescension.

"Next, our project's main force, Luna Miller."

From the very bottom of the mahogany tray, she fished out an object.

It was a cheap plastic bee trophy that looked like something you'd get three for ten bucks at a flea market.

A crumpled piece of paper was taped to its base with clear tape—"Walmart $50 Gift Card (minimum $500 purchase)".

The entire room fell silent.

Someone couldn't hold it in and snickered.

Mrs. Smith, clacking her ten-centimeter heels, walked over to me and plunked the cheap plastic trophy on my table.

"Luna, you're the company's sales champion. For this fifty-million-dollar deal, your commission alone is three million."

"Don't snatch this small hundred-thousand-dollar bonus from a fresh graduate. A symbolic award is enough for you. You need to have a bigger picture, don't be so greedy."

I looked down at the plastic trophy.

The劣質 (lièzhì) cheap gold paint was even flaking off.

Brittany, holding the hundred-thousand-dollar check, leaned in and chirped in a voice loud enough for everyone at the table to hear:

"Luna, you're so rich, you surely don't care about a hundred thousand dollars. You're not mad at me, are you?"

Several colleagues, always jealous of my performance, immediately started making sarcastic remarks.

"Exactly, Luna's already feasting; she should at least let us have some of the scraps."

"The richer people get, the tighter they become, even begrudging a new hire's bonus."

"If it weren't for the company providing the platform, could she have landed a fifty-million-dollar deal? People should know how to be grateful!"

In their eyes, since I was earning the highest commission in the company, I should silently accept any insult.