The Boss Fired Her Only Asset
Language: en
“Just sign it. The firm has decided to ‘realign’ your position.” Madeline, the Department Director, pushed the severance agreement across the mahogany table. She wouldn't look me in the eye. Her gaze was fixed somewhere near my shoulder, shifting with a restlessness that betrayed her guilt. Beside her sat the HR lead, wearing a smile so practiced it felt like a ceramic mask. I picked up the pen and scanned the document. Three months of severance plus a performance kicker. It was standard. Exactly what the law required, and not a penny more. “Fine,” I said. I signed my name—Ben Cross—and…