Your Scapegoat that Brought You Down

After spending three years abroad on research, I came back home, and my fiancé invited me to join his company.

But only a few days into the job, his secretary handed me a compensation agreement and told me to sign it.

Puzzled, I frowned. “What’s this supposed to mean?”

She rolled her eyes at me and said, “You caused the mess, so shouldn’t you take responsibility for it?”

I thought she must’ve mistaken me for someone else, so I tried to explain patiently.

“I just started here. I haven’t even touched any project yet. How could I possibly mess something up?”