After I Quit
My executive boyfriend's newly hired assistant caused trouble again.
All because a client mentioned he was afraid of snakes, she sent him a king cobra as "exposure therapy." The client was bitten and nearly died.
Because of that, the company lost a multimillion-dollar project and had to pay two million in medical compensation.
Following the board's decision, I fired her on the spot. My boyfriend did not object. In fact, he cooperated with me throughout the paperwork.
One year later, at the celebration party for Grant Hale's promotion to CEO, I saw that same assistant again, dressed head to toe in luxury, standing beside him.
Before I could react, Grant threw a termination agreement at me and announced in front of everyone that Chloe Vance would be taking over my position.
His eyes were full of hatred as he gritted out, "Natalie, I have waited countless nights for this day. Didn't you love firing people?
"How does it feel to be fired in public?"
Everyone thought I would make a scene.
Instead, I laughed, calmly removed my employee badge, and walked out.
What Grant did not know was that the only reason he had been able to sit in the CEO's chair was because I had guaranteed him.
The moment I left, every ounce of power in his hands would be revoked.
His good days were officially over.