Chapter 3My AI Twin Stole My Commission

I laughed to myself. I'm in sales. If I sat in the office clocking in and out every day, where the hell did she think all their contracts came from?

"Fine. Then please provide me with a written termination notice. According to labor laws, since the company is terminating my employment, you're required to pay N+1 severance. I've been here for six years. I'll leave as soon as the payment is processed."

"Severance?" Vivian took a long, noisy sip of her bubble tea and looked at me as if I were a joke. "Why should you get severance? You're the one who wants to quit. What does that have to do with the company? We did you a favor by reducing your workload with a digital twin, and now you have the gall to ask me for money?"

She waved a dismissive hand. "Forget it. You're not getting a single cent. And if you push this, I'll make sure everyone in this industry knows what kind of person you are. Let's see who'll be brave enough to hire you then."

With that, she shooed me away.

I was about to argue further when my phone rang. It was Mr. Carter. He said communicating with "me" online was confusing and he wanted to meet in person.

No doubt, my digital twin was screwing things up again.

Even though I was quitting, I couldn't just walk away from Mr. Carter after he'd just signed the deal. It wasn't right.

I arranged a time to meet him and went back to my desk to pack my things. As I did, I heard Vivian's venomous voice behind me.

"A real thankless snake. All she cares about is money."

I ignored her and walked back to my desk. My apprentice, Emily, looked at me with worried eyes.

"Sophie, what did Vivian say? Was the pay stub a mistake?"

I shook my head and told her everything Vivian had said. Not just Emily, but several other salespeople overheard and gathered around my desk, their faces a mixture of shock and outrage.

"What? That's insane! A ninety-ten split with no warning? You can't run a business like that!"

"Are they going to make a digital twin of me next? If so, I'm out of here."

"Seriously. Our base salary is nothing. We live on commission. Who's going to be motivated to close deals with a policy like this?"

As they were talking, the sharp click-clack of high heels approached from behind. It was Vivian.

The faces of my colleagues instantly paled. They scrambled back to their desks, heads down.

Vivian barked at them, "What do you all think you're doing? It's work hours! Stop gossiping and get back to it!" Then her glare landed on me.

"Sophie, let me warn you. Don't think you're hot stuff just because you've closed a few deals. I can't stand old dogs like you who think they own the place. I'm docking five hundred from your salary this month. And if I catch you spreading rumors in this office again, you're fired!"