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...
As my dad and I walked into the office, it felt like stepping onto a stage. Everyone's eyes were locked on us, making the normally buzzing room fall silent. I could see some jaws drop, and a few eyebrows rise, but all I could focus on was the feeling of my dad beside me. The energy in the office shifted in a heartbeat, and it was like entering a new realm.
As we continued through the office, the receptionist, Lisa, looked up from her computer. Her eyes darted between me and my dad, showing a mix of confusion and intrigue. Then, almost as if she was part of some secret mission, she gave me a subtle thumbs-up. This little gesture from Lisa, with her knowing smile, felt like a quiet victory. She returned to her screen, looking more focused than ever.