I Got Fired in the Lobby, Then My Rival Called

moment, I stood beside the window before packing the pieces of a career into one cardboard box.

A framed photograph from our first headquarters.

The fountain pen I’d used to sign our largest contracts.

A jade plant my mother had given me on my first promotion.

It had survived years of neglect.

Unlike my position.

As I carried the box through the executive continue reading …