Chapter 3
My manager had only cleared me for a forty-eight-hour leave. He said I was too much of a heavy hitter to be gone any longer. If I didn't clock in today, HR would start slashing my paycheck.
I stepped into the conference room and saw the Chairperson. She almost never showed her face at the office.
I gave her a professional nod and a smile, and she offered one right back.
But the second my ass hit the chair.
Her face twisted into a mask of pure rage. She slammed her palms onto the mahogany table and lunged to her feet, pointing a trembling finger at me.
"You! Get the hell out of my building. You're fired!"
I was floored.
The deja vu was so violent I couldn't even process it. "Why?" I stammered. "Is the project tanking?"
She shook her head. "The project is flawless."
"Is it because I took time off?"
"Your PTO was approved by the VP. Everything was by the book."
"Then why fire me? I haven't missed a single beat!"
"Wren, I'm the CEO. If I say you're done, you're done. Go to HR, grab your severance, and get your shadow out of my office in five minutes."
The Chairperson slumped back into her seat, huffing with a level of rage I'd never seen.
She was usually the "office mom"—the kind of woman who treated every employee like her own family.
She was the queen of second chances for minor slip-ups, but here I was, having done absolutely nothing wrong.
And the kicker? I was the top producer in the entire firm.
She'd been talking about sending me to London for international training.
She'd promised me a C-suite promotion and a massive raise once this project wrapped.
Skylar called me that yesterday.
And her husband.
What the hell had I actually done?!
I stared at my reflection in the glass.
Dress pants, loafers, a blazer. I looked every bit the professional. No heavy makeup, no revealing clothes.
I asked them, desperate, "Why? Why is everyone calling me that? What is the reason?!"
She backed away like I was contagious, her lip curling in a sneer.
She waved over the guards. "Hurry up and toss her out."
Once again, I was dragged out like trash.

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