The Manager Regrets Firing Me
Then he pointed at the document on the desk and spoke slowly, one word at a time.
“Henry, let me tell you something. What you signed today isn’t a termination notice.
“It’s this company’s death sentence!”
With that, Mark turned around and walked out, not sparing Henry another glance.
A wave of guilt hit me, and I hurried after him.
“Mark, don’t do this because of me—”
“It wasn’t just for you,” he said, waving his hand. “For myself as well.”
He let out a long sigh.
“With idiots like that running things, sooner or later, this company will be finished.”