Fired Me For $50，Enjoy Bankrupting Your Family!
Language: en
Only seventy-two hours left until my ten-year anniversary at the company—and my three-million-dollar stock option payout. But the newly appointed twenty-two-year-old Gen Z Vice President just slapped a "Voluntary Resignation Agreement" right in my face. "You're a fossil. This company doesn't pay people just to sit around and tap on keyboards." "Sign this, take this fifty-dollar bill for your troubles, and get the hell out of my building." Kyle Vance, wearing an Armani tailored suit, sneered at me. I looked at the crumpled fifty-dollar bill on the desk and burst out laughing. Fire me? I'm…