"Jenna, this is personal retaliation."
Calvin Lawrence, the sales manager who had always been closest to Heath, tore the termination notice to shreds and smashed his mug against the floor.
"I've worked myself to the bone for this company for five years. A third of this department's client accounts are in my hands. You think you can fire me with one sentence?" He gave a cold laugh. "Go ahead and try. I'll take those clients with me and walk straight to a competitor."
A few members of the same clique scrambled to their feet, hands planted on their hips as if they were ready to start a revolt.
The executive vice president frowned and was about to signal security over.
I raised a hand to stop him. Then I pulled out a chair at the conference table, sat down, and calmly opened the black fol
