When He Accused Me of Theft, I Saw a Blessing
Language: en
The topping-out ceremony for the commercial high-rise was just around the corner, when I suddenly realized the blueprint dimensions were all wrong. Demolishing and rebuilding would cost a cool ten billion. I clung to the rooftop railing, contemplating which spot on the ground would offer the least pain. But then, Manager Walter, flanked by his engineering team, kicked my door open: "At this critical juncture of the project, you, the chief designer, have been skipping out every day to fool around with escorts!" "And those blueprints? They're just stolen copies of mine!" "You're fired! I'm…