Days later, things at work have gone back to normal. The positions that were left vacant after the layoffs I carried out have been filled. Every single person was scrutinized thoroughly, and the entire staff was warned about the hellish lawsuit that would come crashing down on them if, for even a second, they thought about sharing information with the competition. Revealing trade secrets leads to prison, and I made damn sure everyone knew I was willing to go all the way with anyone who dared to f**k with me.
Only when I have everything under control do I accept the calls from home and tell my family what happened. They’re understanding, but inside I want to rip my own skin off thinking about the mistakes I keep making. My focus stays right there: fixing what got f****d up until everything
