From the moment I started working at my dad’s company, my manager treated me like dirt. He acted like he ran the place, despite doing nothing but scheduling pointless meetings and sending useless emails. He made sure I got the worst tasks, cut my hours, and even had the audacity to tell me I should be “grateful” to have a job. Then one day, with a smug grin, he called me into his office and said, “You’re fired.” The next morning, I walked in—with my dad right beside me. When my manager saw him, his face went pale...