only if I stopped getting paid?
My eyes filled with tears.
“I thought you were a different kind of man.”
Richard opened his mouth, but I stopped him.
“No. Please. Don’t say anything.”
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“I gave you seven years. If you wanted to fire me, you could have just fired me. You didn’t need to give me a condition like this.”
I turned away. He called after me.
“Come to the office tomorrow at ten.”
I did not turn around.
“I won’t.”
I went home crying that day.
I only told my mother that I had lost my job.
My phone rang three times in the middle of the night.
It was Richard.
I did not answer.
At nine the next morning, someone knocked on my door.
It was the company lawyer, Mr. Wilson.
“You need to come to the office.”
“If Mr. Bennett
sent you, tell him I’m no longer interested.”
He smiled.
“That is exactly what he told me you would say.”
I stared at him.
“What is going on?”
He simply replied,
“If you come with me for ten minutes, you’ll understand.”
An hour later, I was standing in Richard’s office again.
This time, the lawyer, the accountant, and two other executives were there.
The same folder was on the desk.
My name was on it.
Richard pushed it toward me.
“Open it.”
On the first page, I saw words I did not understand at first.
Share Transfer Agreement.
I looked up.
“What is this?”
Richard leaned back in his chair.
“I’m retiring.”
I froze.
“And for the last two years, I’ve been watching who actually keeps this company running when I no longer have the strength I once did.”
He pointed at me.
“You.”
I said nothing.
“Yesterday, I told
