Bonus Cut to $500, I Quit Smiling: Ask Your Nephew

"Roy, the group just approved a fifty-million-dollar year-end bonus into your account, and the very next day you hand in your resignation? Have you lost your mind?!" Chairman Whitney flung the resignation letter hard into my face. I didn't dodge. Calmly, I brushed the scraps of paper off my suit, looked at this older brother I'd been through fire and death with for fifteen years, and let out a cold laugh. "Fifty million, Chairman Whitney? You'll have to go ask that fine nephew of yours about that."