You Made Me Do This
My boss, Paul Cunningham, blew a major investment. When the board came after him, he shoved me out as the fall guy.
After I got fired, I couldn't keep up with the mortgage. As if things weren't bad enough, my husband fell sick and needed money fast. I went back to ask for severance.
Paul stayed in his luxury car and flicked a couple of hundred bucks at me.
"Severance?" he scoffed. "Selene, you cost me billions. And you still have the nerve to ask me for money?"
He smirked. "Take it. Use it to pick out a decent urn for your husband."
I stood there, watching the car disappear down the street, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms.
That night, I dropped a bomb in a large investor group chat.
[Hi, I'm looking for new job opportunities. I have years of experience cooking the books, and my ex-boss loved my work!]