I was the rainmaker. The golden goose. The guy bringing in millions in revenue every single month. But because I didn’t kiss the ring—or more accurately, because I didn't spam the company group chat calling her "gorgeous"—she fired me without blinking. She replaced me with her clueless cousin. Fast forward a month: the company’s sales flatlined. Zero. Zilch. That’s when she showed up at my door, sobbing. "Please, Liam, you have to come back. My boyfriend says if you don't return, he’s dumping me." 1 The boss, David, was away on a business trip for a month. He left his shiny new girlfriend in charge as the "interim manager." I never expected her power trip to start with me. It was 10:00 AM when I strolled into the office with my iced coffee. My coworker, shivering with anxiety, pointed toward the main office. "Tiffany is here. She wants to see you. Now." Tiffany. David’s new flavor of the month. She was arrogant, loud, and impossible to please. If she didn't like you, she’d make your life hell. She once bullied a female intern into quitting just because the girl spent "too much time" reporting to David. Tiffany spread rumors that the girl was sleeping her way to the top. David usually turned a blind eye because Tiffany was sweet to him, but now she had the reins. I walked in. Before I could even say "Good morning," a heavy binder came flying at my head. Smack. It clipped my forehead, leaving a stinging scratch. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" Tiffany shrieked from behind the executive desk. "Office hours start at 8:00 AM. It’s 10:00! Who do you think you are?" I wiped my forehead, staring at her contorted, heavily made-up face. Everyone knew the unwritten rule: The top sales dogs come in at 10. When David’s company was on the brink of bankruptcy years ago, I came onboard. In my first month, I closed five million in sales and pulled the company back from the ledge. Since then, David treated me like royalty. I had flexible hours. Tiffany slammed her hand on the desk. "Look at your punch card! You’ve been late every day this month. You clearly don't respect company policy." "According to the handbook, three consecutive tardies means termination." "So get out. You’re fired!" I looked at her in disbelief. "You’re firing me? Did you run this by David?" I brought in 80% of the company's profit. Tiffany scoffed, looking at me like I was something she scraped off her shoe. "You’re just a salesman. A glorified peddler. Why wouldn't I fire you?" "This is my boyfriend’s company. I’m the future owner. I can fire whoever the hell I want." I sat down on the leather sofa, crossing my legs. "I suggest you call David first." She rolled her eyes. "Who do you think you are?" She dialed David immediately on speaker. David sounded exhausted. "What is it, babe?" Her voice instantly changed from a screech to a sickeningly sweet purr. "Baby, I miss you~" David sighed. "Just tell me what’s wrong." She smirked at me triumphantly. "There’s a salesman who refuses to follow the rules. He’s always late. I want him gone." "Do whatever you want," David muttered, clearly half-asleep. "I need to rest." Click. Tiffany looked at me, gloating. "Heard that? I fire who I want. Now get the hell out!" 2 I let out a cold laugh. "Are you sure about this?" "When David comes back and realizes you fired me, he’s not going to be happy." I was giving her a genuine warning. Headhunters had been blowing up my phone for years with offers double my salary, but I stayed out of loyalty to David. If I left, I’d be fine. Tiffany? Not so much. Tiffany glared at me, her face twisting with malice. "You really think you’re special? You’re an employee. I am his future wife. The lady of the house. You think he’s going to choose you over me?" I shook my head. Fine. If that’s how you want to play it. I walked out of the office. The bullpen was silent. Everyone had heard the screaming. "Liam, what happened?" a coworker whispered. I started packing my personal items into a box. "What happened? I got fired." They gasped. "Fired? Is she insane? Everyone knows you’re the rainmaker. Isn't she afraid David will dump her?" I chuckled. "Not my problem anymore. It’s her decision; she can deal with the fallout." "Honestly, I’ve been grinding for years. I have enough saved to retire if I want. I could use a vacation." "But why?" asked Jerry, a junior rep. "Did you offend her?" I thought about it. "Probably because I defended Jenny when Tiffany slut-shamed her." Or maybe because yesterday, Tiffany posted a heavily filtered thirst trap in the company Slack channel, and everyone spammed "You're a goddess!" except me. I left her on read. That was probably the nail in the coffin. "I should call David," Jerry said, reaching for his phone. "Don't," I stopped him. "Even if I come back, it won’t be while she’s here. I can't deal with her toxicity." I took my box and went to Finance to settle my final paycheck. I’d only worked ten days this month, but my commissions alone were over a hundred grand. I told the payroll girl I was fired and to wire the money. Suddenly, Tiffany stormed into the finance office. "Liam! I told you to get out! What are you doing here?" I glanced at her. She looked so smug, banking on her boyfriend’s success. It was disgusting. When I ignored her, she grabbed my arm. "Are you deaf? Why are you touching company documents? Get out before I call the cops!" I shook her hand off. Hard. "Let go." "I’m getting my paycheck. I’m not even asking for a severance package, which is generous of me." Tiffany glared at the payroll girl. "How much is he owed?" The girl stuttered, "One hundred thousand and five thousand dollars." Tiffany’s jaw dropped. "How much?" After the girl repeated it, Tiffany pointed a manicured finger at me. "He violated company policy. He was late. Deduct it all." I laughed. "The penalty for being late is $200. Did you fail math in elementary school?" Tiffany puffed up her chest. "I made a new rule. Three strikes and you forfeit your entire salary. Now get out!" 3 "Who gave you the authority to make up labor laws?" Tiffany crossed her arms. "I own a piece of this future. My word is law." I didn't have the energy to argue with stupid. "Fine. See you in court." I walked out, box in hand. I drove home, unpacked, and checked my phone. I hadn't left the company group chat yet. Tiffany had posted a new announcement: From now on, everyone must reply to my messages on Slack and WhatsApp within 5 minutes. Anyone who ignores me will end up like Liam. So that was the reason. David really had the worst taste in women. The chat filled with "Yes, ma'am!" and "Understood!" messages. I rolled my eyes and hit "Leave Group." Peace at last. But Tiffany wasn't letting me take my hard-earned money. So, I decided to teach her a lesson. All the VIP clients were saved in my personal phone. I had cultivated these relationships for years. I sent out a mass broadcast message. To my valued clients: Effective immediately, I have resigned from [Company Name]. I will no longer be handling your accounts there. Most of these people only bought from the company because they trusted me. Within two minutes, my phone blew up. Clients were asking where I was going, promising to move their contracts to my new firm. I replied to everyone honestly: I haven't landed anywhere yet. Taking a break. But I will let you know as soon as I’m back in the game. I spent the entire day replying to messages until I fell asleep. The next morning, Jerry texted me: Bro, it’s chaos. A ton of vendors called to cancel contracts. They said they won't renew without you. Did you do this? I smirked. I didn't do anything. I just told them the truth—I don't work there anymore. Jerry: You’re a legend. Tiffany screamed at three sales reps this morning, asking why they couldn't retain the clients. People are writing resignation letters right now. Good. Let’s see how she handles the fire. I was preparing to contact a lawyer for my unpaid wages when Tiffany called me herself. I picked up. "Hello?" "Liam, you piece of trash!" she screamed into the receiver. "Where are the client contacts? The files are empty! Those are company property! Send me the numbers right now or I’ll sue you!" I laughed. She was panicking. "You are disgusting! Give me the list! Or I’ll ruin you!" 4 "Those clients? I found them. I wined and dined them. I closed them. They only answer to me. Why should I give them to you?" Tiffany sounded like she was hyperventilating. "The company paid you! That’s your job! You ungrateful dog! My husband paid you millions and you stab us in the back?" "You want the numbers? Fine. I’ll give them to you. Let’s see if you can actually close a deal." I hung up and emailed the spreadsheet to Jerry to print out for her. A phone number is useless if you don't have the skill. The next day, Jerry sent me a video. It was taken secretly from his desk. Tiffany was on the phone with a major client. "Did Liam tell you to say that? How much is he paying you to lie to me?" she shrieked. "If you don't buy from us, get lost! Good luck finding another supplier!" She slammed the phone down, smashing the screen. "I don't believe this company will die without that traitor!" she yelled at the silent office. "Everyone, get out there! I want five new clients from each of you by the end of the day!" "Five? Today?" Jerry muttered in the video. "We sell heavy industrial machinery. Getting one lead a month is hard." Tiffany’s eyes bulged. "What? You want to mutiny?" Old Man Zheng, a sales veteran, stood up. "Maybe we should wait for David to come back. You don't understand the sales cycle..." "You’re incompetent!" Tiffany cut him off. "The company doesn't need dead weight. If you can't do it, get out!" Zheng’s face turned red. He took off his badge and threw it on the desk. "I can't do it. Find someone who can." He walked out. Then another rep stood up. Then Jerry. "We quit." "Fine! Go! All of you!" Tiffany screamed. "You think the world stops spinning without you? You’re all useless!" The video ended. Jerry texted: Boss is going to come back to a graveyard. That afternoon, there was a knock on my door. I opened it to find Zheng, Jerry, and the entire sales team standing in my hallway. 5 I ushered them in and poured tea. "What are you guys doing here?" Zheng looked at me, looking tired. "I led them here. Tiffany went too far. She actually blacklisted us within the industry group chat, saying we were fired for cause. Now nobody will interview us." I slammed my cup down. "That woman is toxic." "We have mortgages, Liam. Kids. If we can't work..." Zheng hesitated. "We want to follow you. If you start something, we’re in." "Yeah, Liam," Jerry added. "We only trust you. David is a good guy, but his taste in women destroyed the company." I looked at their desperate faces. I felt a fire light up in my chest. "Okay. I’ll handle it." "From today on, we work for ourselves. We start our own agency. When Tiffany runs that place into the ground, we’ll be the ones standing." They cheered. I immediately organized them. The veterans went to find suppliers. I contacted my client list. We offered the same product, but cheaper, because we had lower overhead. The suppliers knew me. They knew I moved volume. They signed with us immediately. Within a week, we had poached almost every major contract. The commissions we were making were insane compared to our old salaries. More ex-colleagues heard about our success and quit to join us. Jerry gave me the latest intel: "After the sales team left, Tiffany hired her cousin, her uncle, and her aunt to fill the seats. They just sit in the office acting like royalty, ordering the admin staff around." "They haven't closed a single deal since you left." I laughed. "David is going to have a stroke." "David video calls her every day," Jerry said. "And she lies to his face. Says everything is booming." "I heard her talking to her uncle before I left," another guy chimed in. "She asked if they were going too far. Her uncle said, 'If he gets mad, accuse him of assault. You think we gave him our innocent niece for free?'"
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