I got fired immediately after my boss’s daughter took over the company. She said, restructuring. So, I calmly moved away.
What she didn’t know was that 80% of the company’s business came from my personal connections.
So I made sure she came back begging. Hello.
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Now, let’s dive into the details of today’s story. I had been with Crestmore Global for over a decade, and in those years, I became more than just an employee.
I was the one who brought in new clients, solved fires before they exploded, and handled high-profile accounts that kept the lights on. My office wasn’t the biggest, but people knocked before entering.
Even the CEO, my boss, treated me with the kind of respect you only get when you’re not replaceable.
At least that’s what I thought. That illusion shattered the moment his daughter took over. She walked in like royalty, stilettos clicking across the marble floors, wearing her father’s last name like a crown and wielding her MBA like a sword.
On her second day, she called a meeting with all the department heads.
She didn’t ask for input. She didn’t want to hear stories.
She didn’t even offer a greeting. She simply opened a folder and said, “Let’s talk about restructuring.”
The air shifted.
People stiffened in their seats, trying to make sense of the cold efficiency in her tone.
Then she started pointing names out, people she had never spoken to, never evaluated, never watched work, and labeled them non-essential. I was the last name on the list. No explanation, no appreciation, just: you’ve been a pillar here, but we need new energy.
I didn’t flinch, not even a twitch.
While others were whispering around the office, watching me for a reaction, I was already packing the few things that mattered to me. A photo of my late father, who taught me to always leave with grace.
A leather-bound journal of client notes I kept in shorthand. And a pin, just a cheap black one, but it had been with me through three promotions.
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