MY BOSS FIRED ME IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE COMPANY... THEN HE FOUND OUT WHO OWNED THE BUILDING
MY BOSS FIRED ME IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE COMPANY... THEN HE FOUND OUT WHO OWNED THE BUILDING
Chapter 1: The Worst Day Of My Life
"Security."
My boss pointed directly at me.
"Remove her."
The entire office went silent.
I stood frozen.
"What?"
"You heard me."
Mark Sullivan, CEO of Sullivan Tech, smirked.
"You're fired."
Two security guards immediately started walking toward me.
My coworkers stared.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
Some looked uncomfortable.
Others looked relieved it wasn't them.
I couldn't believe this was happening.
Ten years.
Ten years of overtime.
Weekends.
Late nights.
Missed birthdays.
Missed vacations.
And now he was throwing me out like trash.
"At least tell me why."
Mark laughed.
Actually laughed.
"Because I can."
The room went silent.
I felt my face burn.
"You can't be serious."
"Oh, I'm serious."
He adjusted his tie.
Then pointed toward a younger woman standing beside him.
A blonde.
Twenty-five.
Perfect makeup.
Perfect smile.
Perfect fake sympathy.
"My new executive assistant."
I stared at her.
Then at him.
Then back at her.
Everyone knew.
Everyone.
Mark wasn't promoting her because she was qualified.
He was sleeping with her.
The woman smiled.
"I'll take over your office."
My office.
The one I'd spent years earning.
My stomach turned.
Mark stepped closer.
"You should've learned something a long time ago."
"What?"
He smirked.
"Loyal employees are replaceable."
The entire office heard it.
Every single word.
Then he delivered the final blow.
The one meant to humiliate me.
"In fact..."
He grabbed the framed Employee Of The Year award from my desk.
And threw it into the trash.
The room gasped.
I felt something break inside me.
Mark smiled.
"Now get out."
I grabbed my purse.
My dignity.
And walked toward the elevator.
The entire office watched.
Nobody stopped me.
Nobody defended me.
The elevator doors closed.
I finally allowed myself to cry.
Then my phone rang.
Unknown number.
I almost ignored it.
Almost.
"Hello?"
The man's voice sounded urgent.
"Miss Bennett?"
"Yes."
"My name is David Reynolds."
"Okay?"
"I'm calling regarding your grandfather's estate."
I frowned.
"My grandfather died twenty years ago."
There was a pause.
Then he said something that changed everything.
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"No, ma'am."
"Your grandfather died yesterday."