Fired by My Own Company

Abstract

On my first day at work, the HR supervisor blocked me at the entrance. She pointed at my feet: "Left foot first? That's a hundred-dollar fine." Before I could speak, she flashed her payment QR code: "Poor little intern, how dare you glare at me?" She ripped my necklace off, crushing my mother's jade pendant beneath her heel. Beside her stood my boyfriend of five years. He shielded her, frowning at me: "Are you done making a scene? Do you really think you can throw tantrums here?" I couldn't help but smile. What they didn't know— That morning, I had just signed the ownership papers. I was the CEO of this company. The executive elevator unlocked with my fingerprint. The board members were the aunts and uncles who'd watched me grow up. And the "powerful backing" they claimed their supervisor had? Now bowing respectfully to me: "Madam CEO, I apologize for your mistreatment." I accepted the termination papers, saying softly: "Fire him, along with that unauthorized 'pregnant woman' he brought in." "Then call the police—someone's been embezzling funds. I have all the evidence ready." The humiliation you once made me suffer, you'll repay on your knees.