My parents threw me out at twelve for bad grades—years later, they mocked me outside my own company, still not knowing who I had become

that exact moment, HR and security stepped out through the main doors.

Rachel looked confused.

Then I calmly said the words that drained the color from all three of their faces.

“Your darling daughter?”

I paused.

“Fired.”

Part 2

Rachel stared at me as if her brain had stopped working.

“What did you just say?”

I folded my hands calmly while the security officers continue reading …