not a good time to bring him complicated problems.
And as strange as it may sound, I believed he trusted me.
Until the week everything changed.
On Monday, he called me into his office.
“Emily, do you have plans after four on Friday?”
“No.”
“Then wait for me downstairs.”
“Do we have a meeting?”
He looked up at me.
“No. Just you and me.”
That felt a little strange.
But the next few days made it even stranger.
On Tuesday, I saw the head of accounting carrying my personnel file into Richard’s office.
On Wednesday, Richard called the company lawyer twice.
And on Thursday, when I entered his office, I saw a document on his desk with my full name printed across the top.
He immediately closed the folder.
“Not yet,” he said.
“Not yet what?”
“Tomorrow.”
I barely slept that night. I was convinced I was about to be
