They Broke Me, So I Took Everything Back

The night before the company went public, Shirley Davison couldn’t wait to throw a celebration party. She even had her secretary hand out double the usual year-end bonuses in cash.

Digby Goodwin handed everyone a neatly wrapped envelope stuffed with bills, flashing his usual grin. But when it came to me, he shoved me aside.

"Out of the way. Good dogs don’t block the path."

I frowned. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Instead of answering, he sneered and smacked a termination letter against my chest.