I was kicked out without a paycheck—until what was hidden under the bed turned everything upside down

stepped closer. “What does it say?”

I looked at him—the same man who had cast me out as if I were nothing.

Then I reached into the box, pulled out another envelope, and handed it to him. His name was written across the front.

He opened it quickly, scanning the page. The color drained from his face.

“What… what is this?” he whispered.

I already knew.

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