The CEO’s Son-in-Law Fired Me After 21 Years — By Noon, He Learned Why My Name Was Buried in the Company’s Founding Documents-0198t
I opened the envelope.
My termination letter was three paragraphs long.
Twenty-one years reduced to three paragraphs.
Grant studied me carefully.
“You’re taking this better than I expected.”
I looked up.
“How did you expect me to take it?”
He shrugged.
“People become attached to companies.”
“Companies are buildings and paperwork, Grant.”
I stood.
“People become attached to people.”
Outside the glass wall, the entire finance department had gone silent.
My deputy, Leah Monroe, was standing near her desk with one hand over her mouth.
Two analysts were pretending not to watch.
Sam Delgado from warehouse operations had come upstairs for our weekly inventory meeting. He stood near the elevators, staring at Grant like he was calculating whether punching an executive qualified as gross misconduct.
I placed the termination letter in my box.
Then I reached for my coat.
Grant frowned.
“That’s it?”
“What else would you like?”
