All Chapters of Menopause Got Me Fired From My Son's Company: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

"The company is currently optimizing our workforce, and you're the first to go." Fiona Lewis, the HR manager, slammed the termination notice down in front of me. "Sign it, Theresa Allen. Don't make this ugly for everyone."I glanced at the termination notice. The reason given for my dismissal was, "Age does not meet team-building requirements."None of my annual or performance bonuses were included in my severance pay. All I got was three thousand dollars, the amount I was owed for this month's work.There was no mention of any other severance compensation."I'm not signing this," I said while pushing the document back towards Fiona. "Per the employment contract I signed, since this is a no-fault termination, I should receive three months of salary as severance pay."Besides, my design drafts have passed the preliminary review. You don't have a valid reason to terminate my employment at a time like this."Fiona snorted in contempt. "Hey, old lady, do you seriously think you're th

Once I returned to the empty villa with no one else around, I tossed my handbag on the couch and turned on my computer.I'd only just logged into the account I used for the company's communication platform when I was kicked out of the design department's channel.Right after that, my phone buzzed. Maisie had sent me a video to gloat in my face."See this for yourself, old lady. Mr. Grady just sent Sasha a video to comfort her. Sasha was moved to tears. Mr. Grady dotes on her so much."I clicked on the video.The background was a dim hotel room somewhere abroad. Jonathan was in a bathrobe as he looked into the camera and said affectionately, "It's been hard on you, Sasha. Make sure you eat lots of good food for the sake of our baby. "As for those insubordinate old employees, just fire them if you have to. Don't worry about needing my approval. Once I get home, we'll hold our wedding."The voice was Jonathan's. The face was also Jonathan's. Even the slight lifting of the brow was

Jonathan's eyes swept over the entire venue before finally landing on that video of him on the screen.Everyone went dead silent. Their gazes shifted back and forth between the real Jonathan standing by the doors and the projected image.An unsettling feeling spread through the air.Meanwhile, the Jonathan shown on the screen continued to read the script it'd been programmed to say."Sasha is the love of my life. If you disrespect her, you disrespect me."The real Jonathan's expression turned stormy. He marched into the hall, the soles of his leather shoes hammering against the marble floor."Turn that off!" he growled, his demeanor imposing.Someone from IT scrambled to disconnect the feed. After a flicker on the screen, the fake Jonathan vanished.Up on stage, Sasha had frozen completely still. Her eyes darted around rapidly before she regained some of her composure. The microphone slipped from her hand and hit the floor with a piercing screech."J-Jonny?" she called out, th

Sasha didn't even get within a foot of me before the police officers restrained her. A pair of icy handcuffs clamped around the hands she used to stir up all of this trouble.Now that everything had fallen apart, to get a more lenient sentence, Fiona swiftly confessed everything she knew."Sasha was the one who instructed me to do everything! She said if I ruined Mr. Grady's reputation so he'd have no choice but to marry her, I'd get some of the company's shares!"She was also the one who sold insider information about some of the company's major deals to its competitors. She said that Mr. Grady was naive and easy to fool…"Jonathan's expression darkened even further, while the crowd started whispering among themselves again. Gone was the respect they had for him. Now, they were eyeing him with pity and ridicule.To think that two women had completely hoodwinked a CEO like him. That was more humiliating than getting slapped in public.Sasha and Fiona were taken away in police car

For one week, my phone was never out of my hands."Hey, Edgar. You still alive? Good. Get your butt over here. I've got a decent project for you to work on.""Hi, Luna. I heard you're unhappy with your job at that major design firm. Join my team, and we can work on a project together. Oh, and don't forget about Walter, that lunatic who's obsessed with structural design. Drag him out of whichever retirement home he's in."The connections I made during my tenure in the design world were still around, and the name Althea was the best calling card there was.In just three days, a team of senior architects, structural engineers, and landscape designers had been assembled—with an average age of 55.Their hair might be thinning, but what they had in their minds was far beyond what those young designers relying on AI-generated sketches could match.I also hired a few sharp-minded young assistants. The only thing I discriminated against was fools, not technology.Jonathan spent one week