Fired, Foiled, and Famous Overnight
Language: en
The day I was fired, the HR manager, Jen, stopped me at my desk, pointing at my laptop. "That's company property. Leave it." I scoffed and slapped a receipt from my drawer onto the desk. "Read it and weep. Thirty-two hundred dollars, in my name." With that, in front of everyone, I packed it up and walked out. Half an hour later, the police showed up at my door. The company had reported me for theft. I showed them my evidence. The way the cops looked at Jen, you'd think she was a complete idiot. By the next day, the entire tech park knew. My former employer, in a desperate attempt to score…