“You’re no longer with the company,” he said with a smirk, Zoom mic crackling like static. “But hey, your fingerprints are all over our success, right?” I stared at the screen, bourbon in hand, my fingers hovering over the clause he’d never read. One misstep, and everything he thought he owned could vanish. Silence. Waiting. I leaned back. “Let’s see how fast you burn without me.”
I knew trouble had arrived the second he called my command line interface “adorable,” like it was some kind of rescue kitten instead of the engine keeping their backend from imploding. Leo strolled into the Monday all-hands with the kind of confidence only a man who thinks a TED Talk is a spirit animal could…