Your Future Belongs in My Trash Can

I was sitting in the bathroom stall when I heard the new hire, just outside at the sink, loudly telling his family the good news.

Hed officially been made permanent. Base salary: one hundred and twenty thousand dollars.

I went silent.

Id been at this company for six years.

Year one: sixty thousand dollars a year. No raise.

Year two: sixty thousand dollars. A five percent raise at the end of the year. Three thousand dollars.

Years three, four, and five: sixty-three thousand dollars. No change.

Year six: HR just finished my review today. Next years raise would be five percent. Sixty-six thousand one hundred and fifty dollars.

I currently manage the liaison work for five key projects. Because I was swamped, they hired three new people to report to me.

The newest one, just confirmed as permanent, makes one hundred and twenty thousand dollars.

Its nearly double what I make after six years of grueling work.

I walked out of the stall, went straight to Dahlia Stone's officeour HR Directorand resigned.

Dahlia looked genuinely shocked. Why?

Underpaid. Overworked. Disrespected.

Dahlia Stone stared at me for a good thirty seconds.

Jenna, dont be impulsive.

Im not impulsive, I said. I should have said this six years ago.

Since graduating, I had spent six years of my life inside the walls of this company. From a scrappy intern to the woman running point on five of our most critical accounts. The flow of business, the client relationshipsthey all hinged on me. Theyd even hired three new assistants this year just to help me keep up.

Yet, my dedication had earned me a starting salary of sixty thousand and a current salary of sixty-six thousand one hundred and fifty.

The entry-level male hire, fresh out of his probationary period, was on a one hundred and twenty thousand dollar base.

Dahlia, I dont want to debate this. Please start the exit process immediately.

Her face hardened. Jenna, you have five major projects on your desk. Walking out nowisnt that a little low?

Low? I gave a short, bitter laugh.

When I started, this company barely qualified as a legitimate office. Rich Kingsley, the employees, all ten of us, crammed into a twenty-by-twenty-foot shoebox. No AC in the summer, no heat in the winter, and endless, unpaid overtime.

I took it all. Fueled by that naive, post-graduate ambition, I helped drag this near-bankrupt operation to the point where we now occupy four full floors of a high-rise.

But today, I knew the truth. An interns starting salary was double mine.

Dahlia, do you know how much I make in a month?

Six thousand six hundred and fifteen dollars.

For that money, Ive averaged three hours of overtime a day. Ive revised proposals in the middle of the night. Ive taken calls on the train during my holiday break to get projects finalized.

Meanwhile, the new hire, whos been here three months, clocks in exactly on time and is out the door the minute the clock strikes five. Last week, he messed up a scheduling conflict that brought five department heads to my office complaining.

And even then, his base is one hundred and twenty thousand. You want to talk to me about low?

Dahlia finally dropped her gaze. After a long, painful silence, she offered a single, devastating sentence.

Who told you youre a woman?

Excuse me? I stared, certain Id misheard.

Dahlia pursed her lips and sighed, a gesture of weary, female complicity. I honestly thought you understood the landscape, Jenna.

Youre a woman. Youre twenty-eight. Youre about to get married, which means a honeymoon, and then a maternity leave, and then a parenting leave thats almost a year out of the business, combined.

The research shows, womens focus shifts after marriage. Rich Kingsley worries you wont be able to balance the firm and a family. You have to consider the companys bottom line.

The words felt like a surgical knife, plunged directly into my chest. The absurdity was so profound I barely processed it. I could only ask the most obvious question.

What about you, Dahlia? Youre five years older than me. Your second kid is in kindergarten. Whats your salary?

Dahlia shrugged, a light, dismissive motion. Eighty thousand. But Rich is my cousin.

That single statement annihilated my protest.

I thought of the countless all-nighters Id pulled for projects over the last three years. The instant noodles Id eaten at my desk to meet deadlines. The courses and certifications Id paid for myself to improve my skills. Id worked this hard, sacrificed so much, only to be dismissed by Rich Kingsley with five words:

Youre a woman.

Because I was a woman, my tireless dedication meant less than a new, unproven man. Because I had no connections, the fact that the company would grind to a halt without me still didnt qualify me for a market-rate salary.

It all came down to a single, infuriating biological detail.

I finally smiled. Got it, I said, standing up.

Dahlia flinched. Got what?

I didn't answer. I just pushed the door open and walked out.

I understood that this company was rotten to its core, and had been for six years.

I pulled open my desk drawer and retrieved the brand-new voice recorder Id bought for meeting notes. Now, it was my only weapon. I slipped it into my jacket pocket.

A cup of coffee landed on my desk. It was Spencer Wells, my boyfriend of three years, who outranked me by one level.

Dahlia said youre quitting?

I didnt look up. Yep.

Because of the salary thing?

My hand paused. I looked up at him. You know about it?

He hesitated. I know.

What is your monthly salary? Id never asked him directly, seeing as we werent married yet, but now I was consumed by curiosity.

Spencers eyes darted away. Three hundred thousand. But Im a Project Manager. Youre just a Project Liaison. Were in different tiers, of course its different.

I held his gaze.

You were promoted to Project Manager at the beginning of this year. But your salary hasnt changed for two years.

I started managing the companys key accounts the year before that. My five percent raise put me at sixty-six thousand. Thats less than a quarter of your pay.

I know every project in this company inside and out. Every stage requires my sign-off. Without me, this whole operation would shut down before the afternoon, and not a single product would go out the door.

Spencer, I am more important to this company than you are.

He frowned. So what? Ability doesnt dictate pay, Rich does. Go talk to him if youve got the guts.

I stood up. Youre right. I absolutely will go talk to him.

I needed an answer for my six years of life.

I walked toward the elevator immediately. Spencer looked stunned, rushing to intercept me.

Jenna, dont do anything reckless!

I ignored him, pressing the call button.

As the elevator climbed to the fifth floor, my mind was flooded with memories of my time here.

In 2022, fresh out of college, I met Rich Kingsleythen thirty-sevenat a job fair. He was just starting out, short on cash, but bursting with passion.

Jenna, hed said, were just a handful of people now, but we have a dream and were willing to grind. Come join us, and I promise youll never regret it.

I believed him.

That first year, the company was housed in a cramped apartment. The summer was suffocating, the winter brutal. As the only woman on the team, Rich made a show of looking out for me. Hed slip me an extra five hundred dollars every month, calling it a hardship stipend.

Jenna, an Ivy League graduate like you, Im putting you through hell, hed said.

At the time, everyone else made four thousand, but I started at six thousand.

The second year, the company stabilized. We moved into a modest office in a commercial building. I got my first real desk. Rich was thrilled on moving day, grandly announcing a five percent raise for methree thousand dollarsby year end.

That same year, Spencer joined. My subordinate. Base salary: eighty thousand dollars.

The third year, I worked non-stop for two weeks, turning in sixteen different proposals. I successfully secured the Summit Group contract, earning the company a massive payout and finally putting us on the map.

My reward? A cheap, mass-produced plaque, and the responsibility for all the company's major project liaison work. Rich clapped my shoulder, his voice heavy with significance. Jenna, I knew I was right about you. The future of this company rests on your shoulders.

That year, I was twenty-five. My salary was sixty-three thousand.

In the fourth and fifth years, my project list grew, and the company took off, renting four floors of a corporate tower.

I lost my office, however, because Spencer was promoted to manager and needed the space. I remember Rich, now sporting a beer gut from constant client dinners, his eyes perpetually yellowed and cloudy from drinking. Oily.

Jenna, dont blame me. This promotion is strictly about utilizing your talent with the clients, not tying you down to a desk. Rich puffed on his cigar, playing the concerned mentor. Spencer came later and hasnt closed any deals, but hes a man. Hes better for schmoozing, and frankly, when dealing with the junior staff, a man commands more respect, right?

I was so naive then. I figured he had a point. I didn't love sitting in an office. As long as the boss valued me, what was a Project Manager title, anyway?

Now, hearing Spencer's self-assured claim*Were in different tiers*I felt like a complete fool.

The elevator arrived at the fifth floor.

I took a deep breath, walked to Rich Kingsleys office, and knocked.

Come in.

I pushed the door open. Rich was smoking. Seeing me, he immediately stubbed the cigarette in the ashtray, his voice grave. Dahlia told me you resigned.

He poured me a glass of water himself. I understand youre unhappy with your pay. But youre one of our veterans. The company invested in you for all these years. Walking out now is just bad form, isnt it?

That word, low, again.

I held the glass, looking at him. Rich, Ive been here for six years, I make sixty-six thousand. The intern who started three months ago makes one hundred and twenty thousand.

Richs face froze, then he plastered on a look of paternal concern. Yes, the salary thing was an oversight on my part. How about this: Ill raise you again. Five percent. What do you say?

Sixty-six thousand one hundred and fifty, plus five percent, was sixty-nine thousand four hundred and fifty-seven dollars and fifty cents. Less than seventy thousand. A fifty-thousand-dollar difference from a probationary hire.

I didnt compromise. I went straight for the heart of it. Rich, Ive been with you for six years. When times were toughest, we didnt even have a water cooler, and we had to bring our own toilet paper.

But you paid me two thousand more than the others then. Now the company is thriving. The smallest project I handle is worth five million dollars. Why are you unwilling to pay me the same as an intern?

I stared at him, waiting for the answer that would finally kill my hope.

Rich cleared his throat, instinctively reaching for a cigarette. Jenna, I didnt want to say this, but since youre pressing me, Ill tell you: Because youre a woman!

A woman?

Yes, a woman. The fleshy jowls on Richs face began to tremble with sudden fervor. Ive done the research. Do you know the percentage of female leadership in the Fortune 500? Twenty-one percent! Some companies don't have a single one. What does that tell you? You women are inherently not the same as men.

But my performance has consistently been number one in the company, I couldn't help but argue.

Rich scoffed. So what? Youre about to marry Spencer, arent you?

I was confused. And?

And your value has cratered, hasnt it? Rich leaned forward, analyzing me like a faulty asset. Look, once you marry Spencer, youll be a good wife. Once the baby comes, youll be a good mother. How do you balance family and career? The company hires you, and then you want vacation, maternity leave, and childcare leave. Who pays for the companys loss?

Plus, the internet says womens focus declines after marriage. Youre twenty-eight, almost thirty. In a few years, youll be in menopause. There are plenty of young people on the market. Why should I invest in you?

My eyes had gone completely numb. I spoke calmly. My performance is strong.

A woman with great performance? Who knows if she had to sleep her way into those numbers, Rich muttered.

I have high capability.

How capable can you be? Your boyfriend, Spencer, is the one who got the manager title. Rich sneered.

Ive been with this company for six years, from the ground up. I have the deepest institutional knowledge.

Thats why I didnt fire you, Rich said, smiling. I even gave you a raise. Five percent. Thats generous.

I went silent, staring into the water glass.

Rich patted my shoulder, a gesture that made my skin crawl. All right, stop being angry. Ill round it up to seventy thousand. Forget the resignation. As long as you keep working hard, the company will take care of you.

Oh, and the signing ceremony with Summit Group is tomorrow, right? Prepare well. This is our biggest project of the year. Dont disappoint me.

The Summit Group was a client Id cultivated for three years. They were famous in the industry for their corporate culture of respecting womens career rights and opposing workplace discrimination. It was especially notable that their newly appointed CEO, Ms. Victoria Graham, was a successful woman who had herself suffered professional prejudice.

I looked up at Richs smug, smiling face. I stood up.

Dont worry, Rich, I said. I wont disappoint you.

Then, I turned and walked away.

The small voice recorder and the miniature camera, still recording in my jacket pocket, glowed faintly red.

That night, I was, unsurprisingly, wide awake.

I didn't know if I could achieve justice tomorrow. I only knew that some things had to be done.

And I was ready to be the one who did them.

At 8:00 AM, I arrived at the office. Everything was normal. Dahlia, having heard about my conversation with Rich, walked past my desk and glanced at me with an odd, pitying look.

At 10:00 AM, Spencer asked me to lunch, supposedly to celebrate that I hadn't been fired.

Its a good thing Rich is a good guy and decided not to hold your temper tantrum against you. If my mom knew you were jobless, shed never let us get married.

I picked up my lunch tray and walked away, not even granting him a glance.

At 3:00 PM, Rich arrived. He strode into the open-plan office, looking invigorated.

To celebrate securing the Summit Group project, he announced grandly, Ive asked Dahlia to prepare a big bonus envelope for everyone!

Rich is the man!

Best boss ever!

Rich chuckled, waving his hand dismissively. Dahlia, start handing them out.

The envelopes were distributed.

Marcus, an assistant whod been with the company for three years, gasped. Five thousand dollars! Rich is so generous!

Five thousand for me too! Great to be on Richs team! Said a married, older male colleague, his eyes crinkling in a delighted smile.

Vivian, at the next desk, tore open her envelope, then pouted. Why did I only get three thousand?

Me too. Three thousand.

The female employees, all of them, got three thousand.

Well, three thousand is better than nothing.

But I work just as hard as the men. Why the difference?

Why the difference? I repeated the question silently, opening my own envelope.

Neat, crisp bills. Five hundred dollars.

Jenna, dont take it personally. I just gave you that big raise yesterday. Giving you too much would make the others talk, Rich explained, smiling broadly, his eyes watching my reaction intently.

I knew he was trying to 'tame' me.

I didn't argue or protest. I calmly put the envelope in my desk.

Thank you, Rich.

At 7:00 PM, the Summit Group motorcade arrived downstairs. Victoria Graham, the CEO, and her delegation walked into the conference room. Rich and Spencer were there, all smiles and obsequiousness, greeting the delegation warmly.

At 7:30 PM, the ceremony began.

Rich, as the CEO, stepped up to the podium to speak.

Thank you, Summit Group, for giving our firm this invaluable opportunity. Since our first collaboration, we have always adhered to a spirit of transparency, fairness, and professionalism. Through our joint efforts, we have achieved significant results. Moving forward, we will continue to provide professional service and quality work, hand-in-hand with Summit Group, to create greater, mutual success.

Rich delivered his prepared remarks with eloquent pride.

Victoria Graham, seated in the VIP section, looked satisfied. She took the microphone. After several years of collaboration, we have absolute faith in your firms capabilities. However, even more than capability, our company prioritizes whether your principles of transparency, fairness, and professionalism extend to your employee relationsespecially regarding gender equality.

Richs face twitched. He chuckled nervously. Of course, of course.

Before he could finish, the main screen behind the podium went black.

A few seconds later, the conversation between Rich Kingsley and me, recorded in his office, echoed throughout the venue.

You women are inherently not the same as men