My Colleague Suggested We Buy a Joint $2,000 Gift for Our Boss and Now Refuses to Pay Her Share

Rachel reluctantly agrees to buy a $2,000 watch for their boss after her colleague Emily promises to split the cost. However, Emily refuses to pay her share, leaving Rachel struggling with the unexpected financial burden. Determined to teach Emily a lesson, Rachel devises a clever plan to expose her deceit. But will she succeed in bringing Emily’s dishonesty to light?

“That’s a lot of money, Emily,” I sighed, stirring my coffee slowly.

“Oh, come on, Rachel,” she said, sitting across from me. “Think about it! A $2,000 watch for Mr. Johnson’s birthday would show our dedication. Plus, I’m sure he’ll love the customized engraving.”

“Are you sure about this?” I asked, trying to buy some time.

“Absolutely! Trust me, Rachel. We’ll split it, and I promise to pay my half as soon as possible.”

I felt a knot forming in my stomach but reluctantly agreed. Soon, Mr. Johnson’s birthday arrived, and Emily took all the credit for the gift.

When Emily failed to pay her share, I confronted her. She laughed it off, leaving me no choice but to expose her. I shared our email exchange with HR, and Emily’s reputation took a hit. Ultimately, Mr. Johnson gave the watch back to me, recognizing my true contribution.

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