My boss ordered me to stay late every day to train my replacement

of my personal items, the new girl—Jessica—approaches me, wide-eyed.

“Wait… you’re really leaving?” she asks, clutching a notepad like it’s a life raft.

“I am,” I say, pausing. “And Jessica, here’s some free advice: They’ll pretend to like you while they bleed you dry. Document everything. Especially promises.”

She nods, clearly overwhelmed, and I walk continue reading …