My Parents Warned Every Employer Not To Hire Me—Grandma Had Already Prepared For That

floor.”

“The CEO’s office?”

“That’s correct.”

She handed me a visitor badge.

“Take the private elevator on your left. His assistant will meet you.”

I walked toward the elevator in a daze.

This didn’t make sense.

CEOs didn’t conduct entry-level interviews.

There had to be a mistake.

Or my father’s call had worked and this was some elaborate humiliation I couldn’t continue reading …