Perquisite

"Perks," he said. "It's all about the perks."

At 21, Candace had been wide-eyed at the prospect. First class flights, five star hotels, room service, limo service, the works. She would whisk through every line, dress like Audrey Hepburn, and rise through the ranks until soon she ran the department, if not the company. It wasn't just a dream come true: it was THE dream come true.

Or so she thought.

After a few months of sixteen-hour work days, meals that even a rabbit would starve on, and so much jetlag she would still be tired when she was sixty, Candace began to wonder exactly what perks her manager had been talking about.