The ceo’s son-in-law quietly fired me at 9:14 am after 19 years, so i walked out with a cardboard box and smiled—because he never thought to ask my maiden name: clara tennant…

Martin tried laughing.

It didn’t work.

“This is all a misunderstanding,” he insisted. “I was streamlining operations.”

“No,” I replied calmly. “You were eliminating witnesses.”