The Golden Age of the Deadwood Director Who Gutted Her Former Company
Language: en
I had given the company fifteen years, building the European market from a blank slate. On the new CEO’s first day, he publicly shredded my contract: Forty-year-old deadwood. Salary slashed from fifty thousand to fifteen thousand a month. Take it or quit. I signed it. He then turned to the executive board meeting and asked, “Who will manage the two-billion-dollar European portfolio?” The conference room fell into a deathly silence. I stood up. “Three days from now, our competition will tell you.” His face went white.