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"How could this happen?" Anger began to swell within Xiaomei. When she left her job, she thought that would be the end of it, but she never expected the company to tamper with the compensation.
"I'm not sure either, but they said there might be internal documents that can prove it. I know you must be feeling frustrated, so I thought I’d help you dig a little deeper," Zhang Xiaohu said, his tone tinged with regret. "I heard some of the laid-off colleagues are still looking for lawyers."
Xiaomei fell silent for a moment, contemplating Zhang Xiaohu's words. She suddenly realized that she could no longer sit idly by.
"Alright, I'll consider it. Can you help me keep looking? See if there are any specific documents or evidence," Xiaomei quickly replied.
Zhang Xiaohu responded immediately, "Of course, I'll do my best."
After hanging up the phone, Xiaomei took a deep breath and began pacing among the scattered papers and hard drives. The situation with Key had her overwhelmed, and now the company's shady compensation practices were adding to her distress. She felt trapped in a maze with no exit—on one side were the struggles of daily life, and on the other was the endless exploitation by the company.
She looked around again at her cluttered living room filled with old belongings. She couldn't believe she could be so careless as to lose something so important, yet she couldn't deny that the USB drive seemed to have vanished from her life without a trace.
Days passed, and Xiaomei still hadn't found the USB drive. She began to doubt her memory. Perhaps it was placed somewhere less noticeable or in a corner she hadn’t thought to check. But regardless, she had to find Key; it was her last hope.
Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaohu brought new news. He sounded somewhat excited on the other end of the line: "Master, I heard there's an internal document showing that the actual compensation should be N+2. However, this document has leaked internally and hasn't been made public yet."
Xiaomei furrowed her brow. "So now we just have to wait for this news to spread?"
"Not necessarily," Zhang Xiaohu paused. "If you're willing, I can help you contact those laid-off colleagues; they might have more detailed information. If we act together, the pressure on the company will increase significantly."
Xiaomei bit her lip, torn between conflicting thoughts. She had never imagined she would find herself in such a situation, needing to resort to legal means to seek justice for herself. But on the other hand, she refused to be bullied any longer. The N+2 compensation was what she deserved and should not be taken away just because the company was manipulating legal loopholes.
"Alright, I agree." Xiaomei finally made up her mind.
After hanging up the phone, she felt an unprecedented strength slowly building within her. Despite the overwhelming difficulties ahead, she knew she could not back down. The key may be elusive, but that did not mean she would give up. Right now, her priority was to defend her rights and reclaim the unjust compensation.
This decision brought her a slight sense of relief. Perhaps sometimes, life is like this—when you think all hope is crushed, a new path always awaits you ahead. It’s just that this path is fraught with thorns.
A few days later, the sky outside remained gray and dreary, and the autumn wind stirred a sense of unease within her. Xiaomei sat at the dining table in her small apartment, staring at the email on her phone screen, her anger intensifying with each passing moment. She had long suspected that the company might have tampered with the compensation, but when she finally saw the severance agreement sent by HR, all her suspicions turned into harsh reality.
"Compensation: N+1." That line seemed to dance before her eyes, as if mocking her deliberately.
"It really is N+1," she murmured under her breath, her brow furrowed tightly. According to labor law, severance pay should be at least N+2, especially for someone like her who had dedicated many years to the company; N+1 was nothing short of an insult to her career.
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