That evening, as I walked home after work, an elderly couple blocked my path, brandishing a knife at me.
They pointed the blade at me, their faces twisted with rage.
"You're the one! You're the monster who got our daughter fired! She had such a bright future ahead of her—she was about to become a top expert! And you ruined everything! Our daughter is so talented! Who do you think you are to stand in her way?"
I stood there, completely baffled. I had no idea who these people were.
Frowning, I asked, "Who exactly is your daughter?"
The old woman took two steps forward, her teeth gnashing as she hissed, "Our daughter is Cecily! You heartless boss, you've ruined her life and now you pretend you don't even know who she is! What's wrong with sharing some of your wealth with her? Our daughte
