I trained her with a calm precision that unsettled everyone. I followed my written job description word for word, leaving out every unpaid favor and emergency I’d quietly absorbed for years. Each time she asked about some complex process or hidden responsibility, I redirected her to management. I watched the realization dawn on her face—and the panic rise in my boss’s.

By the end, she understood she hadn’t negotiated too high; I had been paid far too low. She saw how much invisible labor had been disguised as “teamwork” and “loyalty.” My resignation letter was short, my exit immediate. I left behind a boss buried under tasks he never noticed until they were his again. Two weeks later, I accepted a new role at a fair salary I demanded without flinching. Once you finally see your own value, walking away stops feeling risky—and starts feeling like justice.