“I saw the file vanish right in front of my eyes,” I whispered, gripping the yellow legal pad like it could protect me. “They want me erased… like I never existed.” The CEO’s smirk still burned into my mind as security circled silently. But then, a quiet voice behind me said, “You were right.” I turned. Victor Maris. One nod. No applause. Just acknowledgment. That’s when I realized—I’m not just fired. I’m a threat.
Elaine Barrett raised her hand slowly, the yellow legal pad trembling in her grip. The Marriott ballroom buzzed with the low hum of murmurs from executives, shareholders, and interns, all neatly seated between branded tote bags and leftover chicken from the Sammon Buffet. The CEO, Daniel Hargrove, stood at the podium, perfectly coiffed, perfectly smug,…