Walking past the stairwell, I overheard two interns whispering about their salaries. "Take a guess, what did I get? $85,000!" "Not bad! I just cleared $75,000." I froze in my tracks. I have been at this company for exactly seven years. My first year, my starting salary was $35,000. My second year, it bumped to $36,000. The boss called it an "exceptional exception." My third year, I started leading teams independently. My salary went to $39,000. Years four, five, and six... my salary didn't budge a single cent. During that time, I personally closed eight major enterprise contracts for the company. This year, my seventh year, the boss said the macroeconomic environment was tough, and my salary was cut to $36,000. Those two new hires, the ones I personally trained, were making more than double what I was making after seven years of bleeding for this place. I let out a bitter laugh and walked straight to the HR Director's office to hand in my resignation. The HR Director, Brenda, looked shocked. "Why?" "The pay is low, and I'm not happy." Brenda sighed, her tone heavy with manufactured grief. "Chloe, I know you've worked hard these past few years. But the company has its struggles too. The market is brutal right now. Just surviving is an achievement. You’re a veteran here; you, of all people, should be more understanding."
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